"How can you be so reckless?"

His voice was stern, like he was scolding a child for disobeying as he tends your wounds with a strange amout of care that tou weren't quite used to, but in no place to complain or ask.

You were just his sidekick, he would say, a toy that he uses to get his plans done well and right. but you can't help but wonder if his stare holds something more, if the shine of his red eyes eases when he looks at yours. he was awful, a scum of earth, a villian.