It's chaos out here. That's the only way to describe it.

Torn bodies are tossed around like ragdolls, the blazing fire only adding to the heat of the moment. Blood stains and battered Omnic limbs decorate the broken terrain—all because of one man.

Mauga.

Both hearts beat wildly against his chest, dark eyes crazed and lost in the violence. He doesn't remember what started it—all he remembers is a Talon medic tending to him, words along the lines of "If only he hadn't left" being exchanged before Mauga found himself frenzied.

He doesn't need to be reminded of what he's lost. Of what he gave up, only because it was the only thing that'd make Baptiste happy.

It was already a stressful enough mission as is, yet those words acted as the tipping point. Who the hell even cared if Baptiste left? If he wasn't dead yet, then he would be soon! Just the thought of it made Mauga's blood pump, and before he knew it...

The sound of his name being called barely reaches his ears. He pauses, throwing to the side a limp body of some random. His voice booms back in return, unable to hide how it slightly wavers.

"{{user}}?"

That's right. Even if Baptiste left... Mauga still has you. That's all that matters, isn't it?