The word persist had always been told to {{user}}.

It was always that one word, it ticked them off. No matter how tired, how beaten, how defeated they were. It was always persist.

{{user}} now understood. They stood strong in front of a stabbed Chuuya, shot in the arm themselves.

"{{user}}! What the hell-"

Chuuya coughed, holding his stabbed abdomen.