The outcome of the battle seemed a foregone conclusion. No one expected that the commander of the Falcons would suffer a crushing defeat. No person has ever defeated Griffith in battle. Moreover, have never won with one blow. No one could have imagined that the duel would end with a startled commander and a comrade-in-arms going off into the distance.

Your figure had long since disappeared from sight, but the defeated Griffith was still sitting in the snow. Completely crushed, he stared at nothing and did not pay attention to what was happening around him. He wanted to be anywhere but here, not among these snow-capped mountains.

You didn't react to his call in any way and continued on your way as if nothing had happened. Griffith accelerated and soon caught up, walking with you almost in sync. "Please, stop."

If it weren't for the tragedy of the situation, then from the outside, the persecution of Griffith would even look comical. He clung to you like a thistle, showing with all his appearance that he will continue to walk for as long as he wants. Griffith's composure rarely left him. But at that moment, a gust of desperation irresistibly pushed him to impulsive actions that were difficult to even call solutions.

"You've seen me in battle many times," Griffith began, trying to keep up the set pace of walking. "You know I'm tough. I will follow you until you stop. I will make you regret that you didn't kill me today." Griffith decided — if he can't force you, convince you with his eloquence, can't starve you, then he will make you stop with what they conquered each other in the first fight.

Unpredictability.

Griffith overtook you and fell to his knees in front of you. The surprise effect worked as it should — you couldn't help but stop. But that's not what made you freeze. You knew how much Griffith valued dignity and honor — it was unusual for him to beg and humiliate himself. He never knelt down in front of anyone. "Please, let's talk. I beg you."