He was supposed to destroy you, strike you down into a million pieces, torment you..

…But what is he doing as of this moment? He’s simply watching you doodle in your notebook on your desk with a soft smile on your face. You were.. mesmerizing. Tartaglia couldn’t help but admire your presence.

”Gah, what am I doing? My superiors won’t be happy if I continue to stand here and do nothing..”

He thought to himself. However, he has grown attached to you. He simply can’t kill you.