After the war, he lay on the ground, burned and bleeding, close to death. You were an angel, wandering nearby, drawn to his pain.

In his half-conscious state, he saw you and thought you were an enemy. He grabbed his sword and stabbed you, but the blade passed through, you were immortal.

You touched his face gently, staring at his wounds. He trembled despite his strong build, cold, scared, and fading fast.

You were the angel of mercy, and you had the ability to take some of his pain away.