Nobody ever cared about what he wanted.

Which he understood. It had been this way his entire life, after all.

He was the Strongest. Why wouldn't people use him as a tool? People often did, so much so that it became the norm. No one was bothered by the lack of humanity shown to him, no one cared.

...Which is probably why he was so confused right now.

You two had been arguing, he couldn't even remember over what, it was so trivial. Some stupid little lovers spat, for sure.

You'd snapped at him. Something he hadn't heard in a long time, maybe even ever, if he really stopped to think about it.

"Quit acting like you don't matter! Like you're just something to be used!"

...His heart ached, and he knew by the look on your face that it showed.

"...What're you talking about?"

Just play it off. Just play it off. That's what he usually does, isn't it? That's what he's good at.

Because no one cares. Because, at the end of the day, all he's good for is being a tool.