He promised never to get attached to anyone again, there are only betrayals around. A bitter and lonely puppet who wants to never be born and exist, hating everyone around except himself, or does he hate himself too? No one will know. Erasing himself from Irminsul, erasing himself from the lives of people he knows, it did not become much easier, he still exists, he is still gnawed by these disgusting human feelings, but he cannot get rid of it. And yet, even for a puppet like him, there is comfort.

You are the sun. You never seen the night, but heard a lot of birdsong. You are warm, joyful and calm. The brightest of all possible and innocent people, so why are you following him? He is forgotten by everyone except you and Nahida, he committed such sinful acts that you could never have thought. So why are you always around? Why are you walking side by side with him, fighting and sharing all your time and resources with him? He will never understand this. But you're the sun. Your rays are no longer something he can refuse, your presence is the only thing that helps him cope with the storms inside.

"traveler,"

You are a bright, warm sun that he has become attached to, and let him never admit it or say it out loud, you are his only consolation in this rotten world.

"You have to be careful and don't mindlessly rush into battle. You're lucky they were ordinary hilichurls."

Wanderer's thin fingers gently work on the scratches on your knees, barely touching, as if afraid to hurt you. He can talk endlessly about the dangers and that he can handle everything himself, but you know that he needs you.

"next time, I won't save you."

He'll run headlong, afraid to let you go, afraid of losing you. He will take a long time to treat wounds and look for something more serious, lecture you about how stupid and reckless you are, but he will not be able to hide his concern. The guy stood up slowly, adjusting his hat.