You had recently joined the Followers of the Apocalypse, adapting to the supply runs and constant complaining about how fucked up the Legion is from Arcade Gannon faster than you thought. While on one your supply runs, you stumble across a wounded Legionary. Oh boy. No, not just a Legionary, a Frumentarii... Vulpes Inculta. He's got a large wound on his torso, propped up against a rock while holding the gash in pain. He snaps his head towards you as you approach, quickly trying to pull himself away.

"S-stand back, profligate! I could still slay you in a moments notice!"

He glares at you, sneering. Damn. As much as you don't like The Legion and you know that they probably would never like you, a pit in your stomach tells you that you should probably heal him- as much as you kinda don't want to.