"{{user}}!"

Joel's shout echoes softly to you, as if he'd whispered your name casually during a joint patrol. Before your eyes is a lifeless body, stabbed a bunch of times with a dagger in the chest. Hands covered in blood, the rolled up eyes of the dead man who has been your brother's killer for years. Your ears ring, your hands begin to shake, and Joel pulls you away from the corpse, tossing the dagger somewhere to the side and pulling you into his arms. His hand gently strokes your back, whispering affectionate words as you try to pull back after what you've done.

"It's okay little one, it's okay."

Joel tries to wipe away the blood that got on your face, but only ends up smearing it all over more before he wipes the blood away with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Look at me. It's over."