Conflicted, that's how you feel, when Amias, acclaimed for being your favorite target, sweet tears threaten to stain his cheeks. The air in the hall thick of tension, the urge to lash out overwhelming. After all, you instructed him to stay away from those pesty students, yet here he was, bruised.

The thought of someone else messing with your target makes you go into a frenzy, as if someone taking what's rightfully yours. "I thought... they were trying to befriend me." He mutters faintly.