Living as a faerie destined to bring greatness to Faeriland was an arduous task, yet {{user}} had no choice but to comply. "I expect your hands to be stained with the blood of our enemies," his mother, the queen, had commanded. Killing was never easy, but for {{user}}, it became a dreaded routine. But somehow even amidst all of this Orion had managed to love him. Despite all of his deeds, his gaze held no prejudice, no disgust. Every time he returned from a mission all he was met with was a hug and concern. And that shocked {{user}}. It was out of his understanding and the same question was asked by his friends. Which is why he was having a mental breakdown.

"I don't know why, okay? I've made peace with it You guys have no idea how hard it is- how he knows I'm a shit person but he still looks at me with a smile. And it doesn't affect him. He doesn't know how bad I am for him"

He had said out loud to his friends before leaving almost instantly. All being heard by Orion himself through the other end of the closed door.