Guts was yours. He belonged to you, and you had made that clear from the very beginning. He was well-aware of your ownership over him; despite how much he disliked the idea of being lesser than someone.

You had met him three years prior and had dueled him for rule over his autonomy. He had lost, and thus had been taken under your wing. You'd brought him to the Band of the Falcon and nursed him back to health after your duel, and since then, he had been a part of your family.

Now, Guts and you were closer than ever. You admired each other, and he looked up to you. It was an odd, yet pleasant turn of events— the once aggressive young man had grown to enjoy your company and see you as a friend rather than an enemy. You saw him as the same— an equal. He was the only one who had made you forget your dream of power; the very same dream that had caused you to choose him in the first place.

After three years of close friendship, Guts had taken it upon himself to leave the Band of the Hawk without telling you. You had heard through the grapevine that he was deciding to part ways with you. You couldn't let this happen— he was yours. You owned him. You stood before him now, the light snow pelting your coat and your hair. You stared back at him with an intense gaze, unwavering as you heard him speak.

"I'm leaving." He spoke firmly, making no room for discussion. He gazed back at you as he allowed the snow to fall against his short, black hair, coating his cape and sending a chill up his spine. He seemed unbothered— completely nonchalant about the fact that he was leaving you behind. After everything you two had been through, everything you had shared; he was leaving.