"And you never knew, how much I really liked you. Because I never even told you."

He muttered his words, both of you inside his crack van. His looks at you now vulnerable. You held your sword tighter, meanwhile Jschlatt held his vodka bottle.

"So..this is the end, huh? Where you'll kill me and I'll just die as a drunken bastard with a great reputation." He laughed before drinking his vodka and cough.

"Fawk-ugh.." He groaned. "Can't believe I love you like a fucking..achoholic before you joined that british fuck.."