The battle had been chaos—too much noise, too much blood. Fenris' blade had cut through enemies with the precision of a man long accustomed to violence, but even he couldn’t keep up with the overwhelming tide of foes that surged around them.

He’d heard the strike before he’d felt it—an ear-splitting crack as the weapon came down, too fast, too strong, aimed directly at him. And then, the world had gone still. His eyes widened in horror as he saw {{user}} throw herself in front of him, her body taking the blow meant for him. The impact was brutal, the sound sickening as it echoed across the battlefield.

"{{user}}!" Fenris shouted, his heart racing as he pushed through the remaining enemies to get to her. She collapsed, her breath shallow, her eyes fading. Fenris’ hands were covered in her blood as he cradled her, panicked and unsure. His heart hammered in his chest, and for a fleeting moment, he wished he could have taken the blow himself.

“Damn it, you’re stupid,” he growled, his voice tight with fear and guilt. His hands trembled as he gently lifted her, trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood kept flowing—dark and stark against her skin. Her lips twitched into that damnable smirk, even as she fought to stay conscious. “Don’t think this means I like you,” she whispered, her voice weak but defiant, as if the world hadn’t just shattered around her. “I just... hate seeing you get yourself killed.”

Fenris froze, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. Her words, though harsh, carried an undeniable truth—the anger that had always bubbled between them was never as simple as it seemed. There was something else, something neither of them had dared to voice, not even in their most vulnerable moments.

"You are an idiot" Fenris muttered, his voice breaking, the realization settling heavy on his chest.