He didn’t trust you. At least that was what he wanted to believe. You were a demon—you couldn’t be trusted. But somehow, he didn’t kill you. Not even when he witnessed you kill innocent people, not never. He should’ve intervened, but he couldn’t. It was hypocritical, he knew. The only reason he didn’t force himself to kill you was because you listened to him. When he came to you and asked you to stop going on a murderous rampage—you did. This time wasn’t different.