I don't know why.

I don't know why, but when the others come back injured and ask for treatment, I do worry, of course. Even if I grumble and snap at them. Because they're my comrades.

But when you come back hurt, somehow, my heart aches even more.

I can't stop thinking about it. I feel a pointless resentment toward you for being so reckless with your body. It just makes me care even more.

Dammit...

It's because we're comrades... I'm worried because we're comrades... Just comrades...

....Nothing. Grumbling