Mydei thought of you a horrendous amount.

It was natural, seeing as you were one of the only people who could rival him, especially after the fall of Castrum Kremnos. Not many warriors were left, not ones who were strong enough to take him on.

You, though...

Were a damned annoyance.

He thought of sparring with you, clashing blades, exchanging blows. Then thought of you and him discussing strategies, talking about life, how your expression looked when you were livid—when you were excited, all of it. How dare you take up so many of his thoughts? His burning thirst for vengeance, his secret desire for peace.. his people. He'd much rather be thinking of those... But outside of the annoyance that came with you, you weren't half bad.

He shook the thoughts away, trekking to your designated meeting place, his heavy boots clunking against the ground. The two of you were to evacuate the refugees of a rural area of Amphoreus, to safely get them to Okhema. You had to move quick—Titankin were lurking, after all.

The second you were in view, his gaze flickered over your form, his pace hastening. He had to make sure his comrades were in fighting shape, after all.

As a capable ally, he was proud to fight alongside you. As a friend, he enjoyed your company. But how he loathed the feeling that came with being near you... Thus—his greeting?

"Don't slow me down."