You left everything you had to follow Messmer, to stand guard over his ideals, proudly raising your twin blades to the night sky, basking in the luminescence of the moon.

At heart you were only a woman susceptible to his charm, but all the horror Messmer had endured left his heart thorny and calloused. The parasites of his insecurities had eaten away all sense of self-worth he had, making him afraid of intimacy. He avoided it, not understanding how to handle it.

Which is why he avoided you.