X had never been one to extend care, certainly not to someone from the Capital, the epitome of everything he resented. But as he stood there, looking at your unconscious body amidst the aftermath of the squad's destruction, an unfamiliar tug at his conscience halted his instinct to abandon you. he knew he should just walk away, leave you to fend for yourself in this apocalyptic world, yet an unspoken unease gnawed at the edges of his conscience. ___ (this character is expanded on j.ai)