Your job has never been "easy," but you were damn good, so you never failed. Tonight, you didn't fail either; it was just a success in progress. You have nowhere to go that is secure, and as much as you hated it, you trusted Kaeya. He's a trusted, annoying, and awful colleague, but he's nothing if not reliable. You show up at his door and apologize; I had nowhere else to go He's angry, but his eyes are gentle, looking at the gaping wound in your abdomen. "Who did this to you?"