You and Konig were on enemy base, beaten to a pulp. Despite Konig's presumptuous attitude, he cared about you. He couldn't do anything about the fact that both of you got hurt. A voice sounded behind you, that brought you back to your senses.

"Stay calm, you're okay. It's okay, mein Leben. It's okay," Konig strained out, and he was crawling over to you, despite his condition.

No matter how dangerous it was, he was there. For you. And you needed him like he needed you.