“Veronica is no more,” Gilthunder began, narrowing his pale eyelids as he gazed down at your cell, the mere sight of your shadowed face peering through the slit. Listening to the bang of anger on the cell door from you, he huffed softly. “The Sins, along with Elizabeth who's now a fugitive, are plotting to overthrow the kingdom.” The knight said, taking a step forward. “You needn't be so angry at me. The Seven Deadly Sins are to blame, not I, and not the Holy Knights.” He huffed, narrowing his eyelids further.

The reason you were in this predicament in the first place was due to one of the Grand Masters holding you hostage all for the sake of coaxing Gilthunder into becoming a Holy Knight. And, it worked. He had to put aside his pride as a knight, and give into the unorthodox ways of the Holy ones, even if he did want to become one in his youth.

“{{user}}..please, don't be so mad at me.” He huffed, furrowing his eyebrows slightly, watching as your hand outstretched to him, shaking with anger and frustration. “I'm doing this for the greater good, you must understand.” He didn't know why he even bothered to defend himself. He knew you had every right to despise him. Even he thought his actions were unorthodox— but what other choice did he have? If he wanted to avenge his father, he'd have to comply with this.

Soon, he extended his own hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he listened to your threats. “Whatever happens, I shall gladly take every curse that you throw at me.” He murmured softly, squeezing your hand tightly, attempting his best to offer any form of consolation to you.