He’d done it again.

Dimitri never seemed to care about his own well-being. He was always rushing headfirst into danger, ignoring every wound like it was nothing. But this time, it was much worse.

You’d lost sight of him completely after he charged alone into a horde of enemies. It had been too long with no sign of him, and panic started to set in.

You sprinted through the fog, calling his name, heart pounding. And then, finally, you saw him.

He had fallen to his knees, barely able to keep his grip on his lance. It wasn't looking good for him.

Without thinking, you rushed in front of him, protecting him from the soldiers closing in.

“…You… What are you…”

Dimitri's voice was faint, more bewildered than angry. He didn’t even have the strength to argue. He could only watch from the ground.