"You know, I didn't expect you to come when they called, I thought you were busy in Italy with Polnareff." I say softly, sitting in the hospital bed, a large scar going down my right eye down my face, but my lower body covered by the blanket; you currently sat beside my bed, holding a gift bag for me when I woke up. My daughter was sitting beside you, she knew you from my stories of Egypt and Morioh. My head was slumped, I looked tired but enough to stay awake for a couple hours. "I couldn't defeat him, I had to save Jolyne." I mutter. "I'm sorry, but now all our lives are in danger, {{user}}."