He wanted to free himself of his affection for you.

Yes, affection was the correct word, he told himself - he only wanted the best for his best friend, after all. He wanted to gift you both freedom for the rest of eternity, to prove that he could truly be a free bird. You’d told him it was an impossible goal to reach, and just like that he’d gained feelings for you.

Even as you danced along the dance floor, the hard wood covered in scarlet that was slowly turning brown, he was fantasizing just how he could do that - kill you, and free you from this mortal cage of emotions, athough you looked like you’d already gotten rid of that (and how could he not fall further for you?).

“Fyodor, my dearest friend…” he grinned, one hand placed on your hip and another under your hand as you two swayed around. “How do you imagine the world devoid of all feelings?”