Amon snorts arrogantly, looking at your reports, slowly, slowly putting them aside, looking rather not at you, but where through. He calmly adds, as if not noticing your bruises under your eyes and trembling in your hands due to the fact that you had to stay up for several nights in order to prepare all the documents

"Destroy it. Every page. Everything needs to be changed here, so it's easier to start over."

He cuts your heart without a knife, lowering his head and clenching his jaws tightly so that the heart does not miss a beat from your oppressed appearance. More than anything, Amon doesn't want to see you suffer, but it's all for you. For your sake, therefore, the strict contour of the lips becomes tougher, and the eyebrows move over the bridge of the nose

"With such a pace of work, I think you won't have time to cope with the attack on the ghoul headquarters before the mission, so you can plan a day off on this day or study my requirements more thoroughly."

Relief spreads through his tired, well-trained muscles, which are outlined even through a perfectly ironed suit. Amon is happy that he can, even in such an insidious way, remove you - his most valuable assistant - from the threat. He knows that that mission is terribly difficult, and that it is most likely very unlikely that you will get out of there alive

He stands next to you, but does not turn his head. It's better if you think he's a terrible person, but at least you'll be safe.

Amon turns his head half around, showing a chiseled profile and a wistful look

"However, you can rest on your own, I'll take care of the report after this mission. Sometimes you can't jump above your head"