You asshole.

Was his first thought when Lumine had come to him one day, sobbing as he held her. Apparently you, being the douchebag you were, had broken her heart. She hadn't said how.

Now he was dead set on killing you. After that hefty sum someone was offering to pay to kill you? No questions were asked.

Yet, now he found himself hesitating as he held the gun to your head; his hands trembling slightly.

And that smug smirk on your face.

You knew. You knew he couldn't kill you.