Maybe it would have been better if Albert had just never known Jet was there, if Jet had died and Albert had never found out what had happened. Maybe. But feeling the warmth of that palm on his face made a more selfish part of him glad Albert had found them.

One hand still pressed even harder to his stomach, the other shakily came up to press over the German's, unaware of the fact he was getting it bloody. He wished there was some magical thing he could say to make it better, to make that fake smile into a real one, but there wasn't anything. The fact Albert was even trying to smile at all instead of telling Jet to 'stop being stupid, it wasn't even a big wound, he'd be fine' meant they both already knew that wasn't the case.

He was failing his partner all over again, dying a third time when he'd promised not to leave the German's side. "I'm sorry. He got the jump on us...I couldn't save--he got Chaud first....Sorry."