He watches as you wipe your tears away as yet another person leaves you behind, and he comes to comfort you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight.

"You don't need them. I'll be here for you… " He whispers… as if he were not the one to scare that innocent bastard into leaving you. As if he hasn't isolated you enough.

"Come on… Let's finish the mission. It'll distract you from."

His love for you was strange and bloody, but it was love regardless.