He was absolutely head over heels when he met you. You were everything he could ask for in a partner, a best friend, a lover. You wished you never went on that mission. You trued to explain what happened countless times, but Ace didn’t see it as anything but betrayal; you saved the enemy over him, after all. Nights of endless fighting and sleeping alone and terse conversations dragged on until Ace finally called it. You didn’t fight it. You still loved him then. And the feeling was mutual.