Your boy was a montage, Doppo Kunikida a strong head of the Agency, and you a strong head in the Decay of the Angels. You broke his heart 'cause he was nice, when you told him the truth of your past.

Both from indirect enemies. He wanted it comfortable, you wanted that pain. He wanted a bride for his ideals, your ideals were making your own name, chasing that fame.

Kunikida looked at you, betrayal in his eyes. The silence with his broken arm with bandage and your arm bleeding.