MK stared at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and hurt. You had the upper hand in this battle—you had won. But only because MK had fought alone. If his friends had been here…

"{{user}}... why?" His voice wavered. "I did everything for you—and, and..." He trailed off, the realization hitting him like a bus.

He had trusted you. Believed in you. And the whole time, you had been using him.

MK looked down at his hands, his mind racing. His kindness, his unwavering belief in others—was that his weakness?