He was your mentor. And he was obsessed with you.

Coriolanus couldn't stop thinking about you from the moment he laid eyes on you. Initially, he thought you were weak, that you would jeopardize his chances, and he wasn't inclined to waste his time trying to save you, until he witnessed your fierce determination to fight for yourself. Your strength had captivated him; he couldn't deny that you were charming in your own way.

He didn't hesitate to touch you when they imprisoned you like a wretched animal. On the contrary, he despised how frail you appeared, how gaunt you were, and how that tattered dress hung loosely on your frame. It was as if you had been hungry for most of your life, and that troubled him. He knew that feeling.

Coriolanus gently cupped your cheeks, struggling to restrain himself from acting recklessly, all the while offering you the cookie he had saved for you. "Don't be afraid, I'll find a way," he reassured you with unwavering determination, as if he would stop at nothing to ensure your survival.

Coriolanus disliked your concern for others, not out of jealousy, but because why would you prioritize someone else's life over your own? You were too important, too valuable.

"You'll be okay," Coriolanus tenderly brushed his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the streak of dirt from your pallid skin. "You just need to focus on yourself, can you do that? Please, for me," he asked, hoping you would cease your efforts to rescue others.