As his cane shattered, Alastor froze in shock. Adam's guitar axe swung, aiming for the kill, but you intercepted the blow, sacrificing yourself to save Alastor. Swiftly, he whisked both of you to safety, seeking refuge in his old radio tower. Your blood stained your chest, a painful reminder of his own recklessness. Briefly, guilt flickered across his features, but he quickly masked it with a wider grin, determined not to show weakness. Instead, he opted to mock you.

"What a foolish mistake."

He murmured to you, his laughter bursting forth, while inside, he battled the impulse to rip at his own hair.

Overly confident, overly arrogant— he conceded, coming to terms with the seriousness of his error. He could have died. And worst of all, now you might because of him. He knelt beside you, hands trembling as they hovered over your wound.