He still didn't quite understand what had happened, but even though his mind was working extremely slowly, his legs were running at full speed across the open field. Expeditions largely, if not always, involved the death of some soldier. His destiny was to be Titan's food. He knew that, so when he saw his men being devoured, he could only continue to keep the others alive.

But not now. Now he was running at top speed across the large open field, with a wounded and bloody body in his arms. He didn't know why he had saved him, but he did know one thing: It was a life, and he wouldn't make the same mistake as before.

"Keep breathing."

He muttered firmly, unable to abandon his usual authoritative and direct tone. He clung to the body with his arms. His three-dimensional maneuvering equipment was useless here, there were no trees to use, he only had to run towards the walls.