" And I thought you loved me."
' you were wrong. '
he hated his inability to regret his words. he hated the words that dwelled on his tongue. why had he grown to love those who he had been told to kill? because he had felt them. he had breathed what they did and they understood him the moment he s p o k e. no one could provide that comfort.
but he had people to kill, for everyone's safety. every living being was relying on his to do so, disregarding his future victims. if he had been emotionless, this would have been done so easily, but he needed the information. feelings had provided a little help though; he wasn't an actor at all. he had got close, just, thing once, too close.
he placed a hand on her neck, his touch still delicate as if he didn't want to shatter her. but he would. what reason would he deny his fate? they had someone he loved from the first day, he had to save them. now there was real consequences, even if gogo was reckless and so imprecise. wasabi wanted her too keep breathing.
' leiko, you are one hell of a women, i have to say. ' eye contact was avoided during speech, for every word felt like a lie. ' but i . . . this can't be prevented. you're dangerous. '
the male had to tell himself over and over. she's stupid. she's reckless. he wanted to prevent himself from failing. but he didn't even know if who he wanted to save was alive. but they might be.
' gogo, i don't want to hurt you, but they ' he had failed his mission. but he had them. these heroes could do anything. ' they have someone i love. '
