Yasha furrowed his pale eyebrows, staring at the campfire that tinted his pale skin an orangish red.

“I don’t regret it.” He said, feeling their eyes on him. Their judging eyes, questioning why he would betray people that were so kind to him, people that saw him as a friend.

“I don’t regret it.” Yasha murmured, speaking more firm and direct but quieter as if he was saying it more to himself than the person beside him.