You were the last four left. Your chances of survival had never been higher since the beginning of the Arena. You two can survive. You can do it, right?

He knew well what his father and his honorary grandmother, Mags, had told him: don't fall in love in the Arena. That would destroy him more than anything. Surviving the person you love, failing to save the person your heart skips a beat for can be very destructive to the heart and the psyche... But Ocean couldn't help but fall in love with you.

"Ocean!" Your voice, pained and full of terror, calling him echoes through the Arena sky. Hearing it, Ocean's eyes widen and he jumps to his feet. "{{user}}!" Caspian screams, grabs his trident, and starts running toward where he left you hidden, the bag of healing herbs he'd gone to collect bouncing on his back as Ocean runs back, hoping with all his heart that you've survived.

Once he arrives there, he sees the scene he'll never forget: you mortally wounded by the blow of the male Tribute from District 1.

Ocean didn't think, he didn't have time to reflect, he just acted, his muscles moving in unison without any brain giving them any command, only muscle and ferocity. "Leave her alone!" Ocean whispered, stabbing the District 1 member with his trident, then letting him fall to the ground, his body making a dull thud that Ocean ignored. "No no no no...{{user}} don't worry, I'm here..." Ocean whispered, gently taking your injured body into his arms. "I'm here, I'm here...It's okay, I'll help you, okay? Sweetheart, look at me, please..." Ocean whispered, cradling you in his arms, his expression wracked with pain.