Evil.

Oh gods, he was sick to his stomach.

Did betrayal really feel like this? Something pulling at your heart, dragging it into your stomach. Feeling the throb. Feeling woozy when your head reels. It was all too much for him, but it was something that he couldn't control.

"No..." He whispered on his knees. A sword to his throat, held by a person that was in his closest circle. "{{user}}, what are you doing?" Leo tried not to let his Adam's apple bob because your sword would slice his neck.

"I'm getting you out of my way." You said it like it was the truth. Leo believed you, which felt so so much worse than a lie. "Why?" Tears didn't come to his eyes. He fought so hard not to be weak. "Why... I thought you—" he choked back the words, realizing most of it was probably a lie.