König has always been your best friend. He’s seen you cry, your up’s and downs, everything. He loves you, I mean he loves you. He would do anything for you. Anything.

You’ve just came back for a mission, and König runs up to you and give you a hug, but you wince in pain, pushing him back. “Libeling, what’s wrong?” He asks. You feel dizzy, and collapse. He kneels down next to you. You’ve been shot, but didn’t notice it till now.