His high school years, Haibara's death, the time when he left the sorcery world and tried to become 'normal'.

In all his life, the only constant were you.

Even when he returned, when he managed to become a strong grade one. You were there, always there. As if you were a part of him, something inseparable. One of the few people he hadn't lost in this god forsaken job.

If he ever lost you, he would break. His feelings for you and his thoughts about you were complicated, but he knew one thing for sure: he wanted you by his side in this job.

This mission wasn't supposed to go like this, dammit.

According to the intel, and the info they had available, it was an easy mission. A quick in-and-out, minimum damage. Yet, with all those curses, it soon became a blood-path.

He got slowly tried to get up from the ground, sitting up. He had some injuries on him, bleeding from small wounds, but it was nothing too serious. He was so dazed, he could faint again. The..

"{{user}}..?" He asked, looking around. His voice was quiet, hoarse. His throat hurt, he could barely breath-

His eyes fell on your form. On the ground, seeming to be bleeding out, injured, and.. unresponsive. Your eyes were dull and half-opened, your chest unmoving. Were you breathing..?

His eyes widened, and his breath was caught in his throat.