Nagumo rarely ever felt bad, but he did. He felt terrible. And that only meant he felt something for you — the person he’s supposed to kill.

He struggles to reconcile his growing affection with the looming shadow of his impending betrayal. He’s gonna have to kill you, that’s the whole objective of this undercover mission — that’s not so undercover anymore as you’re well aware, but he isn’t.

“I gotta go for a bit,” he sighs, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Another mission.