He didn’t care , he wasn’t supposed to care. But he did. He cared about you so much, and so the moment he saw you fatally injured on the battlefield, he went batshit.

After , (metaphorically) , killing the enemies and slamming them into the ground he ran over to you, scooping you into his arms and lifting you up into his arms.

“Tch! You stupid idiot!!” He exclaimed, before rushing off to go and seek you help at the medical tent; his face portraying anger and .. worry? He was worried.