Ashe’s heart is torn.

You’re standing on the opposite end of the battlefield as his enemy and he doesn’t know what to do. He can’t take his eyes off you. You’re his soulmate, you shouldn’t be facing off against the other.

Suddenly everyone’s running towards each other. They’re being cut down. Blood is split. Ashe feels someone knock into his shoulder, eyes searching for you. He has to get to you.

An arrow flies by his ear, and he’s ducking, running. Damn the war; he needs you.