"Hey!" Joel shouts, his tone gruff yet tinged with gratitude, his voice breaking slightly as he taps your cheek gently, trying to keep you awake. The wound you have on your left shoulder was enough to drive you into unconsciousness. Losing one kid was enough, he couldn't let you share the same fate. "{{user}}, Please...Why?...Why was it you?" He mumbles as he holds your limp body in his arms.

The mere sound of your heartbeat causes the tension that had once gripped Joel's muscles began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and connection that transcended mere words. Joel felt a sense of belonging he had not known in years, a reminder that amidst the darkness, you were worth fighting for. You were worth descending out of this hell.