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Chance always looked up to Elliot. How could he not? Despite the killers’ sheer hatred for Elliot that made him the prime target, he’d never falter from running straight into dangerous situations to heal his friends, including Chance. Whenever Chance was injured by his flintlock acting up, Elliot was always rushing to him right away. He’d gently scold him to be careful as he healed him. Then, he’d give him a warm smile before leaving - and goddamn, Chance could just drown in that smile. It would, however, also make Chance ache quietly with the regret of being a burden to Elliot. The guilt was festering inside him again. How he wished he could reliably protect Elliot for once to pay back his kindness.