Tsuna pressed his nose into your hair while caressing the bandage wrapped around your forehead, trying his best not to wake you up. His gaze glided over your body to the various other wounds you had received in their previous battle. He then looked over to the round table in the middle of the room, his gloves resting on top of it. His arms that were wrapped around your fragile frame tightened slightly as he remembered the words his father had once told him.
"This sword was not entrusted in order for one to know the sound of two swords' striking."
And then he asked himself, "Whom can one protect with such inconsistency?"