“You say you do this for Fontaine but have you ever considered that I’m a part of Fontaine too?”

His face tightened in response. It felt like he was being stabbed over and over, deep into his very being. You wanted to leave him, for neglecting you.

“But you don’t understand.” He muttered as his voice broke, on the verge of breaking down. "You are a part of me. You are my life. What is Fontaine to me without you?”

It began drizzling outside.