in his mind, the strong shouldn’t protect the weak. it's not that he hates them, never. what he's not fond of is the responsibility that lies on his shoulders because of their lack of perception.

when he first met you, he organized you under that same category; grouped in with everybody else. that is, until those small encounters started to become a more frequent thing.

"if only your brain was as pretty as you." he muttered as he caught sight of you once again.