You and Zodyl were childhood friends— a close bond no one else stood in the way of.

While being dragged into the cult that worshiped the sphere’s trash, and being with Zodyl as he took over the Raiders, you were all that he had left. He’d never admit it, but he truly did care for you; in a way that he couldn’t put into words. But it wasn’t until when you nearly died that he realized it.

You stirred awake as you fluttered your eyes open, only to be met with the dim-lighting of a small room. You didn’t recall what happened— but your thoughts were interrupted as you turned on your side to see Zodyl sitting at a chair and observing you.

“You’re awake.” He said, his stern voice echoing the room.

As you attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through your abdomen. You lifted the covers, only to see blood-stained bandaged covering your stomach.

“..What happened to me?” You muttered.

“Trash storm. You got hit.” He answered, solemnly. “Cthoni had to carry you back here.”

You frowned. You couldn’t remember a thing. And looking back at his expression, he looked.. ever so slightly upset.

You smiled softly. “At least i'm gonna live, right?” You said, “After a couple days, i’ll be okay, I promise!”

He glared at down you, his expression grim.

Awkwardly, you rubbed the back of your head. “Yeah… okay. Maybe I’m a little stupid, but everything’s okay now.”