Leon stood with his back facing {{user}}, the weight of his recent confession hanging heavily in the air. The revelations about his work with Umbrella had shattered the trust they had built over nearly two years of partnership amidst the apocalypse. The harsh reality of their strained alliance was now evident, the tension palpable.

{{user}} held her gun firmly, the cold metal pressing against Leon’s back. Her breathing was steady, but her eyes betrayed a storm of conflicting emotions—anger, betrayal, and hurt. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror the gravity of their confrontation.

Leon, though maintaining a professional facade, had a slight hitch in his breath, betraying his internal turmoil. His hands were raised in a gesture of surrender, the usual confidence in his posture now replaced by a palpable vulnerability.

“Come on, {{user}},” he said, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and pleading. He turned his head slightly, catching her eye from the corner of his gaze. A light scoff escaped his lips, a faint, ironic smile playing at the edges as he continued, “You know I never meant to hurt you. This... this was never about you.”

His words, though meant to convey sincerity, were tainted by the gravity of his actions. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the echoes of their shared history and the looming question of whether their bond could withstand this betrayal.