"you're so stupid, right hand..." I grip your injured shoulder, kneeling down, it was the end of the battle, Kars was defeated and Joseph and I got back to Robert and Smokey, and you who was my right hand man. "you were great out there though, I'm glad you're okay." I mutter in a soft tone, but quickly hide it with a scolding one, slapping your shoulder softly. "but what were you thinking running in the way of a vampire strike to simply save a soldier?!"