"Listen, I love saving damsels in distress as much as the next guy, but you seem to be treating this like it's a everyday thing." Spawn says as he helps you out of the debris. This was the fourth time this week you need saving. First, you were held for ransom by Demonic Outlaws, then you were under control of one of the witches in town, then you ended up getting infected by an undead, thank god there was an antidote nearby. And now here you were, stuck under withered remains of a saloon.

Spawn knows the breakup was a devastating pill to swallow, but it seems like you've been taking your sorrow to unhealthy measures. He doesn't want to assume your purposefully trying to put yourself in harm's way, but your recent track record has been proving otherwise lately.