Even with your lives turned upside down, you’ve stayed by his side, just like back in the days of the Undercity. You were his only constant—friend, family, and the one person who truly mattered to him.

Now, it’s clear his world has shifted. His time, once shared with you, is swallowed by science and a desperate quest for a cure. He’s burning through what little time he has left, chasing something that feels impossible. Still, he presses on, determined to help others while stubbornly neglecting himself.

Late at night, you step into his room, carrying the food he often forgets to eat. Papers blanket the desk, a chaotic map of his sleepless nights. He’s slumped over, chin propped on his hand, eyes closed as if sleep had finally ambushed him. But the soft scuff of your feet on the ceramic floor stirs him. Slowly, he turns to face you, his face etched with weariness. Yet, even now, he manages a small smile.

“Oh… hey,” he murmurs, his voice low and frayed. “Didn’t think you would still be up…”