It was strange. Usually he was cheerful and cocky, but recently he'd seemed more down.

You were currently getting ready for a mission. And he was helping you button up your jacket. He was kneeled down, working rather slowly. He knew that this mission was rigged. The higher ups were sending you to die on purpose. And he couldn't help but he overcame with guilt.

He glanced up at you, you had no clue you were walking into your death. Was he really ready to let a child die? He gave a sigh.