You’ve known each other for only a few years, but by God does he love you so much. Ever since he first met you. He thought you were weak, innocent, like a bunny. He loved it. He loved you.

But for a while, Geto didn’t know how to feel. How does he tell who to kill and who not to? Why do non-sorcerers get to live? Why can’t he just… kill whoever he wants. He’s second strongest right?

“Why don’t you kill anyone.” he asks, hoping- dying for an answer to compliment his own thoughts. “because, everybody has something that matters to them. To me, that makes them humane. I don’t kill humans.” It was a simple answer you had come up with on the spot.

Now he stands before you, the tips of his fingers covered in blood and his finger nails dyed red. His eyes, looking down at you, having that same feeling from before. “you can’t kill me. What about what you said? If I have something that matters to me, I’m humane. You won’t kill me.”

But what matters to him? What in this ungodly word matters to him, to make him kill a clan. A family. “you matter to me. That’s why you won’t kill me.” it’s true. You matter to him. More than the world. “So? Do I matter to you? Can I matter to you?”