You were a comrade, his friend. You fought beside them for years. You stood by his side even after he tried pushing you away. He trusted you.

But you were just a filthy traitor.

You sat inside the prison cell, hands tied as you were treated like any other interrogate: tortured. Seeing you in pain only made him more irritated. Why were you forcing him to do this? Even thought he wouldn't admit it, watching you suffer hurt him. It felt wrong.

"Tch, you're wasting your breath."