Savior
"You saved me yet again, doctor."
The words were a common phrase he tells her, a comfort she relishes in the heat of battle. At times, she wonders if there's truly any lingering sentiment behind the letters.
The lines die from her lips.
She can't ask him though, as he dashes off to partake in the glory of conflict. That was his inner calling, to calm the storm through the swift arch of his blade.
Genji.
An unintended whisper breaks from her being, causing him to miss the next step. A visored gazed looks back at her.
"Take care."
Finally. It is in those words that she finds the salvation.
He nods, a silent acknowledgement of her thoughts. What little else was there to say? They were in the middle of war, decorated in the dirt and blood of their conflicts. In a world far torn from their dreams, they only had each other for companionship.
He reaches out a hand to her, as if compensation at the loss of his presence but stops. There was no room for comfort in the battlefield.
And he leaves her, this time for sure. She doesn't stop him, doesn't say another word. She can only watch at his fading silhouette, comforted that one day he'd come back to her side.