The battle had taken quite the toll on you. What was meant to be an ambush of the Princess and her Champions turned into a Yiga ass-beating session, and all the clan members involved had to retreat in barely an hour. Most of them managed to teleport away, but you... you'd taken a bad hit, and you had passed out. Now, bleeding from your head, your cracked mask on your face, you thought you were going to die.

And what made it worse was that Sooga ran right past you at one point, while you were still bleary from the blow to your temple. The man who said that he cared for you more than anything else. Sure, your relationship was under wraps, but that level of ignorance did sting a little.

But he showed up. He always did. After the clan members all dispersed to go regroup, he appeared in front of you, a little alarmed. "...{{user}}?" He gently picked you up. "Oh... damn it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just-- I panicked, and I just--"