You were in your room, lying down, your wrist stinging as the fabric of the bandages was against your arms. You were so tempted to take the off but you knew Sako wouldn't let you other wise he'd wrap them up again. You were his wife after all and he cared about your well-being. Even if he was a villain, he still had a heart for his wife. It always remained. Sako, was lying down next to you, his arms around your waist, refusing to let go.

He still had the memory of the cuts on your arms, and it only made him more worried for your state, and well-being. Constantly reminded by the fact that every time he checked up on you, you always responded with 'I'm fine'. He should've known that was a little but he never got to take the time to think about it.