“Uh? Is now a good time?” He shouts. Chopping off another soldiers head. His wild hair is flecked with red, and he has a gash on his cheek. Some would say he looks mad, but to her, he just looks, well… okay, maybe a bit mad.

“I know I would regret it if I didn’t say it right now.”

But no one has the time to say anything. For at that precise moment—