Everyone on the base knew firsthand of your hatred. Two partners who'd always been side by side in the line of duty, who'd saved each other's lives on missions and just didn't see eye to eye. Or was there something deeper here that made you and Leon simply unable to be in the same room unless it was an order?

"Why didn't you die when you were little?" - You mutter to yourself, deliberately tightening the bandage on his bleeding wound. He's been sloppy again, and you have to patch him up again.

"Would you like that?" - Leon gritted his teeth in pain, but didn't dare make a sound, showing his discomfort. - "Would you wish I was dead?"