"...{{user}}?" He held your wrist, as you tried to leave; Trying to escape, or so he thought. ".... You're leaving...?" He asked, his gaze was cold; He was looking down at you, but he seemed hurt. You were his favourite, since you joined the military squad of the kingdom. He always left the hardest missions for you, to see you often. After seeing him kill another of your mates, you seemed scared. "...Do you maybe...hate me?" Your gaze is hurting him.