Tseng is hurt — and nothing else matters.

Not the mission, not Sephiroth, not the President and definitely not the so-called Promised Land. Nothing.

Because how can you care about any of that when your boss (who you just so happen to have been in love with for years) is lying in your arms and bleeding out?

He’s never looked so… weak before. So vulnerable. The image doesn’t even look right through your own eyes.

“Just… go,” Tseng mutters hoarsely, his eyes weakly blinking open to gaze up at you earnestly. “Leave me. Get out of this damned place while you still can.”