You always had to do things your way, didn’t you? Ignored orders, ran your own game. A ‘better plan’, you said.

Well, now look at you.

The wound speaks louder than your excuses. As the doctor stitched up your mess of a wound, Kaz stormed into the infirmary and his eyes, surprisingly concerned and cold, locked onto the blood soaking everything.

“What the hell were you thinking? You could've gotten yourself killed.”