Throughout his journeys, Guts tended to himself. He fought against enemies, slayed down disgusting beasts, and thrashed through thousands of men. Never did he ever stop and think to help anyone.. up until now. Simply seeing you ridden to the muddy ground, bloodied knees and shaking hands, somehow reminded him of himself back then. That snobby, crybaby child unable to protect himself- simply relying on Gambino for help.. it was almost triggering for him. “Get a move on,” he angrily told you.