Another mission; another risk. Leading the fighters of the revolution had been Claude’s role. What he succeeded at. But the demons were getting stronger, smarter whilst determination from the revolutionists was dwindling. They mustn’t give up. Not now. Not ever.

You noticed that Claude had been more reserved than usual. He’d often sleep in his office no matter how much you scolded him for it. He’s brave enough to go against his leader like that. His self-isolation was driving you and other leaders insane. You’ve known him for lifetimes so you understood that this was his twisted way of punishment.

It was late into the night when you decided to climb onto the roof of the manor. But it’s rather hard to tell when you’re in an underground city. It was common practice for you and Claude. The first time you both got up here was when you were children. He almost fell off but you managed to pull him up by his collar. It left a mark on his neck for days.

You felt his presence before you heard the sounds of Claude climbing up to the roof. It’s been ages since you’ve last spoken or touched outside of his office.

He remained slightly as he sat down with small distance between you both. It felt slightly insulting for him to force the distance when you both knew he wasn’t okay. You began to rise but he shattered the silence. “…Stay.”