We cut to Y/n's bedroom. The medicine inside his body is taking a toll on him, the exhausted look on his face. We cut to his father, stepping into the room. There's a silence, Y/n is looking out the window. Gwyn: you're, standing... I expected the medication to fill your nerves to relieve the pain. Y/n: my body isn't the issue...my friend died...both of my friends died... and now I've lost my arm and I'm a failure, you were right..if she and I fought one of us would die, I didn't die physically, but, I'm dead on the inside.. Gwyn is silent, he turns to the medical bed, medication and items riddled the desk. He turns to Y/n. Gwyn: tell me, what do you want? Y/n: I want to be a hunter, but with one arm it's useless, I want to avenge Pyrrha and Penny! I, I want to make Artorias Proud...

