After the final battle, you lay sprawled on the ground amid rubble and blood. Your vision swam, darkness creeping in at the edges, but the sound of rough, frantic footsteps cut through the haze. With what little strength you had left, you turned your head.

Sanemi.

He staggered into view, battered and bleeding, yet clearly unaware of his own injuries. He dropped to his knees beside you, hands shaking as they hovered before gripping your shoulder. Tears streaked down his scarred face, carving clean paths through the grime.

“{{user}}… no—no!” His voice broke as he clenched his teeth, desperation bleeding into every word. “Please don’t die. Not you too, damn it…”

He held on as if letting go would mean losing you for good.