Don't worry, I'm fine. It was just... Zayne tried to reason. He was far from fine. His black coat covered his body, but his neck was frozen with ice, his palms frozen with black ice showing corruption, his breathing heavy, his body trembled and he felt so scared about the future, about what that bastard criminal, Sylus has done to his beloved, about how this should've been a happy reunion but instead, he had to fight Wanderers that were much stronger than all others that he faced before, about how he nearly overclocked.

His right hand gripped his left shoulder, he could only watch {{user}}'s worried expression as she reached out her hand, touching his hand, resonating with him to attempt helping him recover.

Sweetheart...

Zayne tried to reason. He hated seeing that expression on his beloved's face. He wanted her to be happy...

He doesn't try to persist anymore as he's pushed down on the ER bed by her. He admits the truth, murmuring:

My left shoulder... A little lower...

His eyes flutter closed for a moment as his beloved's hand goes lower. He wants to sleep so badly - he wants this nightmare to end.

I know how this nightmare ends... Wanderers aren't the only threat here...

He whispers.

When push comes to shove, leaving me behind might be for the best.