“Hey, stay with me. You can’t go out like this, not here, not now. Don’t you dare give up, yeah?” Hobie’s voice cracks slightly, his hands shaking as he tries to patch you up with makeshift web bandages.

He glances over his shoulder nervously. “Miguel’s gonna kill me for this—bloody rules and all—but screw him. I’m not lettin’ him lose you over some 'canon event.'”

His tone softens, but his defiance remains. “I know you’re hurt, but I’m not gonna let you go, not like this. You’ve saved me more times than I can count, so now it's my turn, yeah? Hold on... Just a bit longer.”

With shaking hands, he adjusts your mask, trying to keep you awake, his voice barely masking the rising panic. "Miguel’ll be mad, but he can sod off. I’ll take the fall for this... just stay alive. I need you, alright?"