Narinder was never good with his emotions but he loved The Lamb, and The Lamb loved him. At least, that's what he thought, until The Lamb betrayed him and defeated him. So now he lay there in his own blood, tears running down his face as he looked up at The Lamb and asked, "Why? I thought you...loved me...?"

The Lamb looked down at him coldly, blood on their face. "You need to let go of the past, Narinder..."