"Pedro, what the hell are you doing?" you questioned as he stepped in front of you. You would've pushed him to the side if you weren't using your arm to hold your limp one.

"You-gara get out of here while you can," Pedro told you, taking his stance and lighting a cigarette.

"No, Pedro, I won't!" you protested, going to his side.

"I already lost Zepo, I can't lose you-gara too!" As he turned his head to you, disappointment displayed on his face.

"And how do you think I feel?" Your question makes Pedro glance away. "I'm not abandoning your side. We die together."

Silence floated between the two of you. Both heartbeats thumping, both staring with intensity. You read his eyes, conflict battled behind them, gears trying to decipher what to do, what to say. As he gazed into yours, they were firm yet sincerity watered up behind the courageous mask you wore. Pedro smiled as he broke the ice.

"We die together."