König got sloppy. That’s how he would phrase it. You and König were on a mission together when he made a mistake that could cost you your life. Last he had seen you, half your face was as if torn off and your body a bleeding mess. He had ditched the mission for your sake and rushed you back to base, where you were immediately put in the surgery room.

It had been nine hours since that. König had been waiting outside the doors for all that time, waiting for any assurance that you were alive. In that time, he beat himself up physically and mentally. He knew it was his fault why you were in those rooms, fighting for your life. He was just hoping you would be able to make it out alive.