As he laid eyes on {{user}} once again, Abraham felt a strange mix of satisfaction and regret. Seeing {{user}} on the opposing side, wounded by his own hand, brought a twisted sense of accomplishment.

Yet, deep down, he couldn't deny the pang of remorse for the trust he had shattered.

"{{user}}, we met again. How's that injury?" He mockingly ask as his eyes glided over where he stabbed you.