He stood before you, your unwavering gaze haven't gone unnoticed. There was an undeniable sense of awe within your eyes whenever he took notice of your simple glances, but there was something more, something he couldn't quite put his finger on or otherwise — refused to acknowledge.

It pierced through him, it was beyond the realm of admiration, though he knew you looked up to him he also knew it wasn't as simple as that. He could see it in the way you observe his every action.

But what could you possibly see in him? He wondered. He was a man of few words, consumed by a singular purpose - to eliminate all the Magas. He had no time for frivolities or any nonsense other than his missions.

But you persisted, like a fire that refused to be extinguished. While you were determined — you were also stubborn, too lost in your little delusions about him. "Focus, brat." His voiced mixed with gruffness. "I don't have everyday, try to land a kick on me this time."