His gaze pleads with you — he hadn’t noticed how tightly he’d been gripping your hand until you had pulled it away. He didn’t want to lose you to them, he couldn’t let you be swayed by Geto.

“Please,” he sounds desperate, “this isn’t the right path… {{user}}, you’re not a killer… you don’t just kill humans,” he reached for you again but stopped halfway. He knew that this was the result of constantly being mistreated by humans.

But he cared for you too much to let this happen.