"Why me?" Makarov's voice was quiet, but had a tinge of firmness to it.

He was cold-blooded; a terrorist. But somehow, he found out just how attached you were to him.

How could someone as pure as you love him?

"Don't you realize? I'm unlovable. I'm an awful guy; all I'll do is hurt you." He reminded you painfully.

But even in his cold tone, there was desperation.