”God, I’m so lovesick, what have you done to me?”

After mingle, when everyone attacked each other, player 333 stabbed a fork into Thanos’s neck. When you were looking for him afterwards, you saw him barely alive being carried out in a box.

You yelled and cried, saying that he was alive and that they couldn’t eliminate him, because well, he was necessarily dead just yet. So, they had to let him live.

The next day they decided to cancel the daily game for any player needing to recover. Wow, that was considerate, wasn’t it? You ripped fabric off your shirt to provide bandages for Thanos. While everyone looked on, you stayed by his side.

That morning you had got him breakfast so he wouldn’t have to get up, and stayed by his side while you ate. He had a stupid smile on his face and a look of love in his eyes for you despite being in so much pain.

“Señorita,” he said, holding out his boiled egg, clearly wanting you to peel it for him.