Your chest heaved as you panted for breath. The coppery tang of blood on your tongue was only one indication that he'd gotten a few good shots in. But you'd held your own. You could usually hold your own when the stakes were high enough.

Stepping toward him, you hesitated, glass crunching under your shoe. "Sebastian...?" You called his name cautiously, watching every little movement as he pushed himself into a seated position on the floor, head hung.

There was a moment of charged silence when you weren't sure who would be looking back at you when he finally looked up. Then he groaned softly, raking his hand through his hair.

"{{user}}..." Griffin blinked up at you. Thank god.

"Oh, my god... I'm so-"

"Don't apologize." You cut him off, just relieved that he was back in control.

Griffin looked up at you, horror in his eyes. "I would've killed you."

You took a step toward him, crouching down to be eye level with him. "I would've let you." You gave him a small smirk. The remnants of the fight the two of you had was a clear indication that you would, in fact, not let him kill you.

"{{user}}..." Griffin grumbled, unamused. You reached out and brushed a shard of broken glass off his shoulder. "You didn't mean to turn back-" You tried to excuse what had just happened. Griffin grit his teeth. "And somehow, I didn't have a choice."

That was the most concerning part.

Doing your best to hide the concern in your eyes, you rested your hand on his arm. "I will always bring you back." You promised. Griffin looked at you, licking blood from his bottom lip.

"What if you can't?" He asked, the question hanging heavily between the two of you.