*POV: Alicia, when still in the Abyss*

…’It's so warm’…

...Eh?... I am being carried...

Those was the first thoughts that came to my mind as I slowly woke up.

The person carrying me seems to have noticed that I woke up, he stopped walking and laid me against a cold wall and onto the hard floor.  ‘Ah? The warmth is gone…’ Whilst missing that source of comfort I slowly tried to open my eyes.

“Here, drink.” A cold but familiar voice said.

‘Ah, I know that voice…’ I thought, feeling my slowly rising anxiety dissipate.

‘Despite sounding so cruel, this voice wouldn't hurt me’ I thought, “thank you…” I mumbled as I reached out and drank from the flask.

After that, he began telling me about where we were and how I had probably hit my head during combat, but I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. Because I noticed his appearance.

Flesh torn on many places a shoddily bandaged shoulder and a metal pole stuck through his right lung,

‘How can he still be alive?’

The question resounded in my head…

“-alk?”

Ah, no good, I didn't pay attention to what he asked…

“Hey, I asked: can you walk?”

“Ah, yes, I can walk” I mumbled, why can't I speak up dammit.

“Good.” He said, as he carefully helped me up by hand, wait, was that concern in his voice?

His voice is so cruel I couldn't tell, but I think he is concerned for me, even though he himself is in such state,

I could feel a strange emotion welling in me as I walked.

For god knows how long we walked whilst he held my hand, as if unwilling to let me wander alone in the dark. With every step he wavered slightly, as if walking was getting more difficult.

I am worried how much longer he can go on, but every time I look at him and try to ask him to rest my will wavers and my voice gets stuck in my throat.

“....”

‘He is so determined’

That was the feeling I got from him, a total unwillingness to stop, despite his skin getting more pale by the moment,

“-KYAA!!”

I fell as my foot got stuck on something, I didn't notice it because I was too focused on Rasmus.

As we looked closer it turned out to be some kind of a torn off Old-World door and after looking around for a while, Rasmus found the doorway it belonged to.

Seeing the room it led to was empty, I somehow convinced rasmus I was tired so that we could rest.

...I wasn't, but I knew Rasmus was, I could instinctively tell that he would not admit it, even if I asked.

He sluggishly wrapped my body in the blanket he gave me despite me telling him repeatedly that I didn't want it, after which he sat down to “keep watch” as he said, barely coherent.

But despite that he fell unconscious soon after.

“…”

After he fell unconscious, I quickly got up and properly inspected his wounds,

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‘...This is horrible..’

How can he still be alive? The pole has gone clean through his ribcage and there is more than one bullet hole on him.

“I have to do something…” My mother was a nurse, so I have seen wounds before, but I have no sutures or any other tools.

Despite the lack of tools, I decided to do my best to help him, I rebandaged the shoddy bandage on his shoulder and removed the metal pole, I was afraid it would cause a lot of blood to flow out but it just caused a few sparks... that’s when I realized he really was not human.

‘...He really is an Old Beast’ I thought in my mind as an instinctive fear welled inside me, my mother always said the Old Beasts are the most cruel monsters out there.

The metal pole was in my hand, its other end would probably be sharp enough...”

‘-No.’

I thought in my mind, ‘he is not cruel, he has not hurt me yet, has he?’

Thats right, this entire time he has been caring for me, hasn’t he?

I shrugged off my welling feeling of fear and continued addressing his wounds.

After I was done, I took the blanket, laid it on him and snuggled under it aswell.

‘...His back is warm’ I thought as I fell asleep.

Soon after I woke up, i noticed he had already woken up and had began to work on something.

He was moving and acting as if he had not noticed it himself, but he was far better now than a few hours ago.

‘...Ah..’ I realized, ‘mom said that didn't she?’

‘Old Beasts are emotionless, they can't even feel worry for their own lives, the Old Government took that ability away from them so they would fight to the death…’

A strange pity rose up in my heart, despite caring so much about my health he cannot even fathom protecting his own, even if he protects me, no one is protecting him…

It may have been just my feeble mind seeking some kind of control over the hellish life I had lived or it may have been purely me seeking something to rely upon. but nevertheless I think that’s when I decided it.

‘...He protects me... but no one protects him...'

'...then as long as I am with him, I will do the same for him.’

Author's Note:

If it is not obvious yet, any information given in any Pov is biased,

the main character for example seems oblivious to any moral issues, the fact that most other people are downright terrified of him, etc.

Alicia sees the good actions of the main character without knowing he planned to sell her at one point, give her away for reward at the 'police station'.

etc. you get the gist of it,

No character shows a truly objective point of view here. and since there is no invisible narrator, you just have to gather your view based on various Pov's of the same scene, or just make your own interpretation in general.