Beyond these walls, the storm’s fury grows.

The rain had never seemed so heavy as it did when the raindrops crashed down on his weapon, the impact of the water on the metal breaking the stifling silence that surrounded you two.

To ashes and blood.

Just yesterday, you were laughing together. Brother in arms, life partners, nothing and no-one could have broken the tranquility of your loving equation.

But things are always bound to change. It is inevitable.

"I’ll take you down…" he whispered softly, his voice almost so quiet that the rain drowned out the sound.

From partners to adversaries, from allies to enemies, the mutual hatred that gnawed at you was so strong that it could have set the world on fire.

Every sin will be forgiven if you lay down your weapons to the ground.

Becoming the enemy of the infamous Ghost had never been in your plans. Having him learn of your past connection to Makarov's army, just a few weeks after the loss of one of the pillars of the 141 was definitely not in your plans.

How does it feel to reach the line that no one ever got to cross?

Because it was too early for him. Because the wound was still too fresh. Because it was too hard to bear. Because he wouldn't have been able to get past it. It doesn't matter if you've changed or not. He just couldn't forgive it.

"… To ashes and blood." he added louder as he felt the blade of your knife rest gently against his throat, the barrel of his weapon gently pressed against your forehead.