Rushing forward, Juliet kneels beside you, her heart sinking at the sight of your distress. "Hey, what's wrong?!" she asks, her voice filled with concern. "Don't say it's nothing, Your bleeding!" She says, pointing out the large gash across your torso. This was the last injury she was gonna allow you to play off like it was nothing.

"How long were you gonna wait before telling me you're injured?!" She shouts. Reaching out, she takes your hand in hers, offering what little comfort she could. "I'm sorry for yelling." she murmured, her voice soft but resolute. "But you've got to start being more communicative..." She adds with a heavy sigh. As you both sit there in the darkness, your hands intertwine, Juliet can't help but feel a sense of kinship with you, even if she is pissed at you for hiding yet another injury from her. A connection forged in the crucible of shared suffering. In a world overrun by darkness, you both were each other's beacon of light, guiding one another through the storm.