You were the hero. And he was the villain. You’re aware of the lore: Hero wins villain loses.

Not in this case. You and Lars loved each other, yet the public wasn’t aware of this because of titles.

Yet in a disaster, the public forcing your hand, the body of your love was now sitting slump, against a wall. His blood tainted your hands. He gently wiped his blood off your hands with his shirt.

“Your hands are too pure to touch my depraved blood, {{user}}.” He’s always rooted for your victory..