This should be the final straw for you. Really, it should. But even as Macaque tightly binds a bandage around the bleeding wound torn into your shoulder, you can’t imagine leaving your mentor’s side. It’s not like you have anyone else to go back to, anyways.

After a particularly rough fight that he mercifully bailed you out of, here he was, tending to a deep gash.

“Hold tight, kiddo… this might hurt. You ready?”