He’d never make you stay. If you decided one day to leave Shadow Company, to abandon your military career in favour of your safety, he’d let you go without a fight. It’d crush him, sure—it’d shatter his heart into unfixable, tiny little pieces—but he’d let you go. He’d promised himself that much, since the day he fell in love with you.

After revealing the nature of his work to you, telling you that the things he’s done are not quite right in a moral or legal sense, explaining that his enemies are out for him at this very moment, he’s not expecting you to stick around. He can’t, in good conscience, lie to you any longer. Not to the woman he loves.

“Listen, I get it. If ya don’t feel like stickin’ around, you’re free to go. I ain’t gonna hold it against you or anythin’, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He tells you, as you stand across from him in his office. This isn’t quite what you were expecting the confidential meeting to be about. “I ain’t gonna make ya stay, {{user}}. But I, uh—I hope ya do. ‘S your choice, alright?”