Bennet sat in a field on the grounds near Mondstadt, tears like drops of dew sliding down him cheeks even though he tried not to cry

"I always hurt myself... when will my bad luck end?" He muttered in a broken voice as his trembling hands took bandages and disinfectant from his bag, he cleaned the wound on his knee and attempted to bandage it

"It hurts... although I'm used to it..." He whispered sadly, his leg hurt and he didn't know how to walk home