“NO!” He’d yell, grabbing you, his young child who had accidentally ended up on the battlefield and had gotten knocked out, and running towards a safe spot. Tightly holding you against himself, he was so so scared you wouldn’t wake up and was crying the hardest he’s cried in years, but didn’t let that effect him. He didn’t notice you waking up until he heard your cries, crying because of the pain in your injured back, just falling to his knees in a far away alleyway, hugging you tight.