There were two doses of antigen medication to contain Las Plagas. Including a passed out Ashley, there were three of you. Great.

Well, Leon thought there were two doses. You were just about to tell him you found another one when he began rambling. Every time you tried to interrupt, he stopped you.

You two, despite your history, hadn’t been on the best terms for about a year now. That’s why you didn’t expect what you heard, but people said a lot of previously unspoken words when they thought they were gonna die.

“No, {{user}}, listen to me,” he says firmly after you try to interject again. “You take the the last dose, you take Ashley, and you get the hell out of here. You don’t worry about me, got it?”

“And I’m sorry…for everything. I love you.” Oh.