He’d promised to stay with you. No matter how far Makarov’s plans went, you’d just get through it together. Makarov’s ambition grew, as your relationship with Yuri became something more than just partners. You both knew he was going too far, but you’d promised. He’d promised you.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, his thumb gently rubbing over your cheek. The look of sheer betrayal in your eyes makes his heart clench and twist in his chest, but he can no longer sit idly by and watch innocent Russians die for the sake of Makarov’s greed. “I cannot do this anymore. I cannot watch him continue this way.” He mutters.

“You can come with me if you wish—but it will be safer for you, if you stay here. Becoming an enemy of Makarov is a smart choice for no one.” You know that. Of course you do. He knows it—so why is he doing this? Leaving you, to do the right thing? Why couldn’t you do the wrong thing together?