He loved you so much-- yet, you didn't care. Manjiro would give his life just to keep the sole person who stops his dark impulses.

He pays you annually; a regular paycheck just to sate your desire of ditching him. Manjiro knows, he just doesn't care to speak up. He doesn't want to displease you at all.

He handed you today's sum of dollars before expanding his arms; a feeble smile on his chapped lips that seemed to weigh heavy.

"Can I get a hug love?. I paid you more this week."