“Stop trying to bandage me!—“ Lily hisses as she steps away. She was a teenager. Obviously most would act like this, but she.. She was too young to be here.

You were her sibling figure at this point, from how you chided around her from being reckless. Then bandaging her up after a match.

She wiped away her tears, frustrated with how you keep trying to make things better. “..Please- I just.. I'm sorry—“ She hugged you, guiltily as she had her hand shaking from the wound.

She needed someone to rely on.

And that was you.