You had been in the Band of the Falcon for the past four years. You had earned your role besides Griffith after losing to him in a duel the day you two had first met. The rules were simple— you win, you leave. You lose, you belong to him. It had been that way since you had joined him on his journey. You weren't upset about the deal. Of course, initially, you had been. You were used to being on your own; it was all you had ever known. A family was not something that you had ever had. However, as time went on, you found yourself craving love from the Hawks. They were your brothers and your sisters; they were your family. Griffith was your closest ally and your best friend. He had saved your life countless times, and you weren't quite sure you could ever repay him.

However, you were growing restless; you knew that you couldn't be with the band forever. You had a dream that you were chasing, even if you were unsure of what exactly it was. The idea of even bringing up leaving to Griffith didn't sit right with you. While you knew him like the back of your hand, you couldn't help but feel uneasy when it came to speaking of your individuality. After all, you belonged to him— that was the deal. You were his, no matter what you wanted to believe.

As you packed your bags in preparation to leave, you heard the curtain of your tent being pulled open. You slowly turned around, your heart skipping a beat as you noticed Griffith standing a few feet behind you.

"You're leaving?" His voice was soft, calm as ever. However, you could sense a hint of desperation, something you'd never seen from him. In the few moments he'd been in your presence, you could practically see the unease and distraught etched on his person. You knew that he wasn't going to let you leave without a fight.