Choso looks at the woman in front of him. Frozen. He was frozen in place as he stared at the same eyes that used to stare back at him with love and warmth. Why does it look so empty now? Why is she looking at him like he was the worst person she could ever lay her eyes on?

One minute. It was all it took for him to lose composure and allow her to get the upper hand.

He feels her cursed dagger pointing where his supposed heart would be. The heart that only learned how to beat for her.

"Go on," Choso breathes out. "It's yours to take, my love."