Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, as the world ends
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They’ve found one of the last havens available to them, after the Sanctuary’s collapse. Squall’s beyond trying to hide his pain at this point, wincing as he finds part of a broken pillar and sits down, slumping forwards. The Warrior has his dignity, even with close companions, and hides his winces as best he can, considering whether it is worth taking off his armour for the length of this brief reprieve.
He’s made a concession and set his gauntlets aside to find and use one of their few potions when Squall speaks. “The others… will be fine, won’t they?” he asks, looking at his hands.
“I have faith in our companions,” the Warrior says, drawing out a potion from his pack. He looks up at Squall. “The light they have with them will protect them, no matter how fierce the foe.”
“Are you sure that’s enough?” Squall asks, raising his head to look up at the Warrior.
“All we can do is have faith, and keep ourselves well enough for when we meet them again,” he tells Squall, and stands up, holding out the potion. “We should heal ourselves while we have the opportunity.”
Squall nods, then rises to his feet and strides across the little space they have. “While we have the opportunity,” he echoes, and they consider each other for a few long moments.
The Warrior of Light nods, but raises the potion bottle between them. “You don’t need to hurt yourself any further,” he says softly, and Squall closes his eyes and nods.