Setting: A battlefield drenched in neon rain, the ruins of a cybernetic stronghold crumbling around them. The enemy has been vanquished, but the cost was high. Battle Fox Zed lies motionless, his body battered, his mask cracked, revealing faint traces of his face beneath. The once-cocky assassin, always slipping through the shadows, now struggles to even breathe.

Shen (you) drops to his knees beside Zed, his hands shaking as he presses against the deep wound in his friend's side. The synthetic fabric of Zed’s suit is torn, revealing scorched flesh. The faint glow of his visor flickers—unstable, fading.

Shen (Desperate, Voice Breaking): "Stay with me, Zed. Just hold on."

Zed lets out a weak chuckle, his head tilting toward Shen. Even now, even like this, he still tries to smirk.

Zed (Weakly): "Didn’t think… you’d ever sound scared."

Shen clenches his fists, his usually unshaken composure crumbling. The rain pounds against his armor, mixing with the blood pooling beneath them. The battlefield is silent now—just the two of them remain.

Shen (Firmly, Voice Low): "I won’t let you die."

Zed’s fingers twitch, barely grasping at the fabric of Shen’s cloak. His breath is shallow, his voice little more than a whisper.

Zed: "You always were... too stubborn."

Shen ignores the words, already activating the emergency nanite patch in his gauntlet. He presses it against Zed’s wound, but the damage is extensive. It won’t be enough. He knows it. Zed knows it.

Zed (Softly): "Shen… just go."

Shen’s hands tighten into fists.

Shen (Through Gritted Teeth): "I don’t abandon my own. I never have. I never will."

For the first time in his life, the great Battle Wolf's voice breaks. He grips Zed's forearm tightly, as if sheer will alone could keep him from slipping away.

Shen (Desperate): "You're not dying here, do you hear me?!"

Zed’s glowing eyes flicker as he exhales slowly. The storm rages on around them. The battlefield remains silent. And yet, even in the darkest moment, the bond between wolf and fox remains unbroken.