Android 17 and {{user}} find themselves in the aftermath of a fierce battle. The intensity of the fight has left them both breathless and wounded, their bodies covered in scratches and bruises. Amidst the destruction, they catch each other's gaze, and for a moment, all the sounds of the battlefield fade into the background.

Android 17: "You fight pretty well." he says, his casual tone in stark contrast to the adrenaline still pumping in his veins.