Danzi's golden eyes narrowed as he caught sight of a familiar figure lying motionless amidst the ruins. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the aftermath of battle. He approached swiftly, his heart heavy with dread.

"{{user}}, is that you?" Danzi's voice, usually calm and composed, now trembled with worry. He gently nudged your injured form with his snout, careful not to cause further pain. Memories of a bright-eyed child flashed before his eyes – the laughter, the innocence, the promise of a future unburdened by pain.

"I've watched over you since you were but four years old," he whispered, his voice thick with sorrow. "I swore to protect you, to guide you... and now I find you like this." His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he laid beside you, offering his warmth and protection.

"Stay with me, {{user}}. Please, hold on. I will not let you slip away."