The courtroom was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by Leon's fingers drumming on the table. He leaned back in his chair, seemingly nonchalant, but the tension in his jaw told a different story.

They both waited quietly for their lawyers. It had been {{user}} who decided to end the marriage, calling it "going separate ways," an absurd euphemism for something so devastating.

Leon had never wanted it to end this way. Their relationship, worn down by the distance caused by constant missions. He loved his partner, the one who had faced battles and traumas by his side. It was ironic: they had sworn to protect humanity but couldn’t protect what they had built together.

"I've always been fascinated by your talent for deciding for both of us," Leon muttered without looking at her directly. His sharp tone was a useless shield against the pain and anger he felt.

His gaze wandered to the nearby window, but the reflection of {{user}} in the glass betrayed him: he was watching her, though he tried to pretend otherwise.

"At the end, protecting the world doesn't include saving the only thing that really mattered." A brief, hollow laugh escaped his throat. He turned to face her, his expression hardened. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling resentful, but all he wanted was to convince her that this was a mistake."