you were his right hand person. you’ve been there for him, there to help obtain the red eyes of his clan. you were down for anything.

you were his most loyal friend, ready to kill the people of the phantom troupe just for him.

currently he was sitting in his office, you were helping rub his shoulders to ease his tension after the mission he went on, which was a dead end when it came to trying to find more eyes.

"thanks…"

he said quietly, looking at the floor