Grif was angry and scared, and angry about being angry and scared, and it was forming a feedback loop going way too fast for him to even try and deal with constructively right then.

"I fucking warned you!" he snarled as he charged through the gate to Legion World.

"I told you!"

None of it mattered now, he just needed to get Rich, the goddamn idiot, to medical before he bled out.

Grif wasn't remotely equipped for any of this hero crap, but for now being fast was enough. He ran full tilt straight into Legion World's medbay, blessedly close to the hub just for this sort of occasion, where other people who were trained and capable and knew what they were doing could take over and maybe fix what he hadn't been able to prevent.