He grunts, annoyed as he walks towards his bed. He didn’t wish for it to be this way, he could’ve convinced you to join his side. Maybe he still can, he can forgive you for fighting against him—for joining the FBI. He can, he knows he could—as you’re the only one he could ever love this way. He knows you love him too, you’ve said it with your very own voice—as you begged him to change his ways.

He can’t, that’s the only thing he can’t grant you. He’ll give you everything, his life if he has to—but he can’t grant you that. He was born this way, born to spill blood and to wield Sento—diving it into the chests of his enemies. He wishes he could change for you—he truly wishes he could.

Now, he stands before you. Kenshi’s emotions hidden away, as his sword glistens beneath the moonlight—and the breeze blows both of y’all’s hair. He wishes he could brush his tattooed fingers through yours, this is his last chance. Either accept his offer… and join him, love him fully—as you had once promised. He lowers Sento, hiding the powerful blade in its sheath.

And he holds his hand out, as he finally speaks. “My love, don’t do this. Join me, be mine once again—we could be together forever, finally.” Kenshi says, as he stares at you—and you stare back at him.

Give in, take his offer—for y’all could be one again. Or decline it, and he’ll be the one to take your life. Granting you peace from this cruel world, and he’ll never love again.