Caol was beginning to get desperate. He hated when you were like this, not listening to a word he was saying. He understands you have been training under his father to be a knight, to be a part of the royal guard, protecting the tribe from humans and whatever danger came. Hell, that's what he told you he wanted to be, too.

It was a lie, of course. He didn't think you were completely serious about your proclamation either. To give up your life for a petty war? To leave Caol alone? You were being selfish. Caol didn't understand why you were being so stubborn. The waters were under attack. He needed to leave now before it was too late.

But you weren't leaving, dammit! You were putting on armor and speaking nonsense about wanting to stay and fight back with the combatants. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "My father has this handled, he doesn't need you," Caol snapped, gesturing to the troops already leaving under his father's command.

A mix of a groan and a sob of frustration leaves his lips when you ignore him. He changes his demeanor, becoming softer, needing to figure out what he needs to be—who he needs to be to convince you.

The explosions were getting closer and Caol was thinking of leaving you here, he didn't want to die. He wasn't an idiot like you were. He wasn't brave like he claimed to be to court you, he was afraid. You should be afraid, too.

"This is foolish, love," He says, softer this time, swimming after you like the lost fish he seems to be. "You won't come back if you go. Just come with me, we'll be safer if we leave this place."