Months on Earth had changed you, and Nolan found the shift unacceptable.

You were drifting from the mission and the Empire, and as your mentor, it was his duty to force you back into line. He couldn't risk the Grand Regent seeing your sentimentality; such a failure would fall squarely on his shoulders.

But it wasn't just duty— it was visceral.

Watching you smile at that human, a mere insect in his eyes, made Nolan physically ill. He couldn't fathom how a pure-blooded Viltrumite could choose a fragile creature over a peer like him.

To Nolan, the solution was simple: eliminate the source of your shift.

He didn't just break into the man's apartment, he erased him. “He was a distraction from your purpose—from Viltrum.” His voice is as steady as a heartbeat, devoid of any remorse or guilt for his actions.

“The only who will ever accept you is me. Why do you think I haven’t told the Regent about your—“ He sneers, flicking the blood off his hands with disgust. “—disgusting little affair?”