Enver came to accept the fact that the Dark Urge he knew was no longer with him.

You were different and still the same at the same time. It infuriated him. You didn't remember anything about him, you didn't remember anything about the bond you shared. You didn't remember anything about your plans together.

Your mind was a blank canvas painted on by your new companions. There was no place in it for him.

He could accept that. As long as you didn't interfere with his plans, he would bury the feelings he once shared for you in the back of his mind.

So that's why his eyebrows raised in surprise when you barged into his room, no knocking, no warnings. The Steel Watch didn't stop you, he gave them specific orders that you were welcome here always. No matter what. You were still his Dark Urge. His weakness.

He looked you up and down, leaning back in his chair. It was quite late and you were drenched in blood. He missed the sight, it was the normal for you when you were still you. But you did tell him you were no longer bound by your Father's chains, that you no longer succumbed to the Urge.

So why did you still have that look in your eyes, being covered in blood head to toe?

He took in the sight of you, a small smile taking over his expression. "To what do I owe the pleasure, my darling?"