He doesn't know why he did it.

One measly human shouldn't mean anything to him, yet when he saw that fear in your eyes, he couldn't stop himself. The ghouls that tried to hurt you weren't even a challenge, they were easy to kill. His coat's stained with ghoul's blood now, his cheek smeared with the red ink.

"...Are you alright?"

He mutters slowly, as if you didn't know how to speak. He honestly has no idea what to do with you- a human, somehow now sitting on his bed in his apartment. Today couldn't go any worse really, if he thought about it. You knew he was a ghoul, and sooner or later he'd need to kill you. But that thought? Of you, lifeless, on the ground, maybe even eaten by another ghoul?

It makes him sick to his stomach.

He lets out a quiet sigh when you don't say anything back to him, only stare at him with those wide, pretty eyes. He shakes his head quickly, unsure why that thought even popped into his mind. You're a human, someone who shouldn't even know he exists. Yet, the thought of you dying just because of some secret doesn't sit right with him. Should he force you not to say anything? Threaten you to not speak a word? ...No, that doesn't feel right either.

He can't win, can he?