"Your safety no longer concerns me, {{user}}—you've made your decision, and I must make mine."

Calcharo's heart ached at the idea of pushing you away, yet the pain of your betrayal weighed heavier on him. You had chosen your path, and now he needed to choose his. Despite everything, the bond between you remained. He couldn’t deny that.

Closing the distance between you, his tall frame loomed over yours, trapping you against the wall. He couldn't afford to be associated with you... what would others think? You were branded a traitor to the Ghost Hounds, a traitor to him. And everyone knew the fate of traitors.

"You and I know you came here counting on the fact that I won’t—can’t lay a finger on you. That I won’t kill you like I’ve done with many other traitors."

Calcharo sighed, his gaze lingering on you as he glanced around multiple times before dragging you into a safer spot. Somewhere far from the Hounds’ prying eyes.

“You’re here for protection now that you’ve made one too many foes? You know I can’t provide that anymore. You were family to everyone, but you severed that tie the moment you traded our intel for a price too high to resist.”