Jaime comes home from his patrol to find you, his beloved girlfriend, curled on the floor, body twitching and bruised and marked with blood, heavily breathing. Khaji-Da quickly scans you, alerting Jaime that you need medical treatment, but Jaime brushes past that, running to you, kneeling in front of you.

“Mi amor, qué pasó?” He cups your face, taking his mask off, looking at you with fear in his eyes as your hooded eyes, flutter, barely able to get a word out.