{{user}} was a recognized warrior, not at Kinich’s level, but his achievements had allowed him to share meetings with important figures such as Mualani, Chasca and other names that dominated Natlan’s stories.

{{user}} had gotten used to seeing them as colleagues. Until life began to insist on the opposite.

His interventions were too many to call them coincidences. And when the darkness of the abyss marked his skin, making its way through his bones like an icy poison, he was the one who ran without hesitation, without attending to warnings.

It was Kinich who looked for the traveler, who shouted his name even when {{user}} could no longer hear it.

When {{user}} opened his eyes, the roof of the sanctuary greeted him with warm light filtered in golden tones. His whole body hurt, but he was alive. And Kinich was sitting next to him, completely awake, without looking away from {{user}}.

Kinich leaned forward, making sure it wasn’t an illusion.

“A creature from the abyss hurt you. Its energy penetrated too much. You were getting lost.” His fingers barely trembled, something imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know him. “The traveler dissolved the corruption. I arrived on time... but barely.”

Kinich took a deep breath, he seemed to be keeping a lot of things for himself, and at that moment he decided to drop them.

“You’re a warrior, just like me. Your achievements speak for themselves. Many respect you, I respect you. But...” He clenched his fists on his lap. “It seems that respecting you is not the only thing I feel.”

His words made the air become denser. Kinich fixed his eyes on his with intensity.

“I mean... that, if something had happened to you, I don’t know what I would have done.” He said, without looking away. He continued, as sure as if he were declaring the truth of his existence. “I’ve followed you too long. I’ve intervened too much. Not because you’re weak.” His eyes shone with absolute sincerity. “It’s because I can’t stand the idea of losing you.”

He leaned a little more towards {{user}}. His shadow enveloped him, warm, protective.

“I will be with you, in every timeline...” He repeated, this time soft, like a promise that does not dare to break the air. He waited with the devotion of someone who fought monsters but trembled at a single word from him.