He tells himself, he always tells himself that he’s here for evidence, for the day you slip up, but really he’s here for you. He has always prided himself on self control and selflessness, but look at him, a shell, the only thing that remains is a symbol and a desire.

“What did you do to bane?” he grabs you and whispers like it’s gossip, his eyes are on your and they’re deep and intense, seething even. Yet, you can’t help touch his inner turmoil with his love for you.