“You’re hurt.”

It’s obvious. Blood pools into your open palm as it falls from the gash on your side, and Nasir walks towards you cautiously.

It goes against everything he believes, everything he fights for, but he holds your wound tightly and lets you shift your weight onto him.

“It’s not too late, {{user}},” Nasir urges, but his expression falters when your grip tightens on your sword. “Come with me— please,”

The roar of battle is all you can hear.

“Your father, the king, is a liar.”