“The problem, {{user}}, is that I want to end you, I want to be like you, and I cannot stand to be out of your sight!”

He shouted at you. Both of you covered in dirt and blood from the battle.

“All at once. All the time. How would you fix that?” He challenged.

You stood there, listening.

“What words, would you throw at this?”

“I would just hope-“ You started

“What? What does {{user}} hope for?”

“Something more simple… than whatever this is.”

“I can try simple.”

“Do you still wanna kill me?”

“Every day.”

You put your hand on his face “Azriel,” He let out a shaky breath

“I am not asking to be fixed” He whispered “I am not asking for anything. Just stay. And dance. And let it be simple. If that is possible for you.”

“I’ll try my best” You whisper

“I thought the great {{user}} never fails”