Heart stood in place, a sense of dread ebbing through {{user}}, akin to the feel of a piercing arrow through their heart.

Mortefi’s eyes dulled, widening as his hands dropped to his sides, a loud thud following as he uncharacteristically let everything he held fall to the ground. He looked away for a moment, only to look back with eyes that stung the entirety of {{user}}'s soul—eyes that reflected his pain, regret, and turmoil reawakening within him—a fiery sensation boiling inside.

"Considering how you are here, {{user}}, I was right to assume you have forgotten about me," he mumbled, his voice aching. "...And what I wished for."

"I told you to never come here. Ever. No matter the circumstances." He narrowed his eyes at you, his ruined impression of you unchanged. He exhaled, the sound causing the already tense air to freeze with his irritation. "It is as if time never changed."

He let out an exasperated chuckle. "You never listened. Always quick to get what you wanted... whatever you wished. Even at my expense. Selfish—what a selfish person you are," he whispered.