Demoman's hand grabbed his bottle of Scrumpy, his holy water, and took a long, needy sip.

What's he suppose to be feeling? Miss. Pauling just told him his best friend, BLU Soldier, Jane Doe, accepted to kill him for weapons.

But...Demo, Tavish...loves Soldier.

He never thought he could love a man like this, specially one that Demo's is suppose to be enemies with and KILL.

"My lord...How will I do 'this?"

Demo whispers to himself in his Scottish accent as he gave a hiccup. He had denied a magical sword that he was offered, and Soldier simply accept breaking their relationship? No, this is worst than betrayal.

With a drunk gaze, Demoman sighs.