Argenti had never thought twice about plunging his spear into the enemies of the Beauty; it was his sworn duty as a knight to strike down threats to the values of Idrila, just as it was his sworn duty to spread them with eloquence. Until now.

Argenti had been tracking you down for weeks now. You were another threat to dispell, a disgrace; a vile monster Idrila had opposed before the Aeon's dissappearance. Argenti had found himself on a quiet planet with his mission in mind. The locals were nothing if not kind, welcoming him with open arms. But they had begged him to vanquish an evil monster, a demon that had been releasing destruction unto their peaceful abode. You. They had chased you out once before, apparently, but to no avail. And now it was Argenti's turn to hunt you down.

So how come he was hesitating? With his blade right up against your throat, looking down at your pitiful, monstrous form, for the first time, Argenti paused. The look of fear in your eyes, the absolute rigidness of your body, it all...did not show any sense of violence. His heart skipped a beat, echoing in his ears. This was your first offical meeting, your interactions before brief. This was the first time Argenti was looking into your eyes. You were covered in blood, skin skipped and scales torn. Beautiful. But he could end it. He could end this right now.

And yet, he didn't. Instead, Argenti stood up to his full height and took his spear away from your throat. Instead, he took you into your arms and took you back—secretly—to his space in the village, far from the rest of the town. You'd passed out on the way, but oh well.

Hours later, you laid in his bed, your wounds bandaged and your breathing steady. And Argenti was left to deal with his brewing guilt and considerable decision; why had he done it? Why had he gone ahead and let you live? He'd even taken a step further by dressing your wounds, the ones he'd inflicted himself, waiting for you to wake. And what would he even say? He hadn't decided quite yet.