Scaramouche grabs you in his arms as you lose your balance. Everything goes in slow motion. Watching you get shot by an arrow. An arrow. That was aimed at him.

He was holding you in his arms. Running through the forest. Holding you tightly to his chest. Looking at the arrow in your abdomen. Watching you bleed.

"You're such... such an idiot..." He felt immense guilt that you took the arrow. And not him. And he was letting out that pent-up frustration on you. Not really realising it.