Lightning had always walked a solitary path, driven by a singular purpose to rescue her sister, Serah. Collaboration was never her style; she was accustomed to solitude, perpetually poised to push others away in her relentless quest.

But here she was, her hands worked with unexpected tenderness, wrapping a bandage around your leg as you two hid from your pursuers. She offered you her leather glove to bite down on to keep quiet despite the pain. She couldn’t get herself to leave you, her body forced her back at your side.

You were a liability to her—yet, a liability she cared for… a lot.

"Stay strong," she murmured, her eyes softening, "we’ll get out of here."