Keiser gritted his teeth, staring at Lenko with a fury he could barely contain.
Lenko, however, only met his gaze with the steady expression of a man who had already made his choice... and who had no intention of regretting it.
"I'm a Reinhardt," Lenko said firmly, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "As your vassal, it's my responsibility to make sure his highness lives. If I let you push yourself any further, after everything you've already gone through… that wouldn't be responsibility. That would be negligence."
Keiser's eyes followed Lenko's... down to his own hand, still bandaged, blood beading still. The state of his body spoke louder than words. Layers of linen bound his torso and shoulder, climbing almost to his neck beneath the tunic and cloak.
