You had lost Cato around an hour ago. After a fight you both had been too stubborn to find eachother. But now? You were worried sick.

Then worry only increased when a cannon sounded. Signaling someone had died.

Oh, now you were close to tears. You were bolting around, searching for him, yelling for him, anything.

And finally, you bounced off someone's surprisingly muscular chest.

Cato.