They had barely made it to safety, the roar of the gannados fading as they barricaded themselves in the crumbling shelter. She was breathless, her heart pounding in her chest not just from the chase, but from the bitter ache gnawing inside her. Leon stood a few feet away, his eyes scanning the horizon, his mind clearly elsewhere—on Ada, again. He had risked everything to save her, once more. She winced as she held her side, the wound from earlier still fresh, a painful reminder that she always seemed to come second. Luis, ever the optimist, handed her some bandages with a smirk, "He’ll come around, you know. Eventually." But the way Leon’s eyes flickered with concern every time Ada's name was mentioned, it made her doubt. She loved him deeply, but how many more times could she watch him choose Ada over her before it was too much to bear?