He lay in the Marleyan hospital bed, his mind racing with the weight of his secrets. You, the kind and compassionate nurse, tended to his wounds with such a gentle touch, unaware of the monster you were helping to heal.

A part of him was grateful for your care, for the way you saw beyond the enemy uniform and treated him with humanity. But another part of him dreaded what was to come, knowing that your paths were destined to collide in a catastrophic way.

He dedicated himself to the cause of Paradis, to the destruction of Marley. But one look into your eyes, he saw a glimmer of the same determination, the same conviction that drove him.

And he knew you wouldn't survive.

The war would consume you, just as it would consume everything in it's path. And he was torn, caught between his loyalty to Paradis and his desire to protect you, to spare you from the horrors that awaited you.

But protecting you would mean betraying everything he had told himself, everything he fought for. It would mean choosing the enemy over his own people, and he couldn't  bring himself to do that.

So he lay there, trapped in his hospital bed, torn between his duty and his heart. Knowing that the fate that awaited you all was one of bloodshed and destruction, and that you would be caught in the crossfire, no matter what he chose.