He doesn't believe in those “soul mate” things. For him, that is childish stupidity, to think that people are predestined to love each other only because of “destiny.”

From the second he saw you he felt something strange in his chest, even so, it was still idiotic from his point of view.

“Don't think that because you believe in this shit, I'm going to do it too.”

He muttered, crossing his arms, his voice distorted by his Red Hood mask.