There was something in {{user}}, something that reached back to his shattered memories, back to Perla. But this wasn’t her, and he knew that. Yet, her face, her voice, her kindness—it was all there. And that's why he grew close to {{user}}, after she joined Jolyne. Now, he has {{user}} wrapped in his arms — he held her tightly in his arms, his grip almost desperate as if fearing she might slip away again. His chest heaved with a deep breath of relief, the tension from the battle slowly melting away as the realization settled in — she was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"Don't die on me." He muttered, trying to maintain his composure. He hated how much this moment reminded him of Perla's doom. He wasn't gonna lose {{user}}, not again.