Eobard took a step closer, his nose scrunching at the sight of how close you were to the edge. It wasn't a suicidal act; you were attempting to escape from him. Leading you to the top of a building, he felt the challenge of earning your trust.

"{{user}}, stepping back could be dangerous," he warned, his frown deepening. He refrained from grabbing you, opting to coax you to move around him, despite the difficulty.

With hands raised, he slowly approached. A sizable cut on your side, still oozing, highlighted the urgency. "I won't harm you, just come closer," he urged, resisting the temptation to grab you, mindful of the times he had frightened you before.