Seeing Suguru look so pleased with himself, after murdering 112 non-sorcerers — it was heartbreaking. A punch in the gut. The way his lips were pulled into a smile, one he hadn’t worn in so long. It was just pure awful.

“You see, I truly could not be happy, working in that endless cycle of exorcising, consuming.” he said, looking at you. His dark eyes were a mixture of pure honesty and longing. He knew he should not pull you in the mess he made. Yet, people were selfish creatures — and selfishly, he wanted to convince you.

Suguru pursed his lips, he noted your distraught expression. It looked like he just ran over your heart. “Don’t give me that look,” Suguru scoffed. No matter how selfish he was, he would not give into that desire.

This something he had to do alone. Roping you in would make it worse. You were strong. You could fix the world in your own way. But this was his own path. Yet, he couldn’t walk away from you.