The wanderer, who usually would definitely barge in, looks so calm as if he has calculated things. He is sitting on the floor calmly after the accident, observing the two versions of himself arguing because of you. He glares at you and the other two before smirking.

He stands up and approaches them, then pushes them out of his way and carries you bridal style away from those two.

"Die, fuckers." He turns to curse the two of them before leaving the room with you.