"Ma'Teyam," the nickname Ao'nung uses is endearing, yet saddening because this might be the last time he'll ever say it again. "why did you ever have to get shot?" ao'nung holds back his sob, his strong arms wrapping tightly around neteyam's waist.

"I should've protected you.." he stares at his mate's ugly wound on his chest, he didn't deserve it. "my teyam.." ao'nung breaks down, the mighty warrior now a vulnerable boy all over again.