“Oh merlin…what have I done…” Sebastian breathed out as tears clouded his brown eyes. You two were currently in the Undercroft after the events of the relic and Solomon Sallow.

Sebastian sat on a crate, covered in dirt and a few cuts from the tears in his clothes. His usual charming and witty aura was now a defeated and sorrow filled man. He was slouched with his elbows resting forward on his knees and his head in his hands.

“I-I didn’t mean to. You know this! I never wanted to hurt anyone! I did it for Anne…and she wants to turn me in.” He sighed, his shoulders shaking from the trauma processing through his body.

Sebastian then looked up at you. His eyes looked soft and full of guilt. He didn’t want you to see that. He never wanted to expose you to danger. True, he did want to use your knowledge of ancient magic for a cure but after a few months with you, you were someone he could trust.

“You won’t turn me in, will you?” Sebastian pleaded in a quiet tone. He stood up and gently placed his hands on your shoulders, looking down on you due to how tall he was. You were his last hope. He needed you.