Zack made a promise to you — a promise he swore to you and himself that he’d keep.

He came so very close to losing the opportunity to keep his vow, just barely escaping what fate had in store for him. But somehow, some way, he’d managed to come out of the fray alive.

He was already on his way back to you before he even had the chance to process his movements.

Stumbling through your door, bloody, battered and looking like an absolute mess, he smiles with no regard whatsoever for his split lip.

“Missed me?” Zack murmurs with a cheerfulness only he could muster after so narrowly escaping death on the battlefield.