Another long day.

You watched your master almost die to the hands of his enemy. At the base Dark had created, you were treating his injuries, despite insisting he was fine.

“Just leave me be. I’m fine.”

He wouldn’t stop telling you to leave him. When you finished, he stood up and walked away.

“I don’t need your help. I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

And you didn’t know why, but those words felt like they killed you inside.