That is not what Stephanie wanted for you. "

He crossed his arms across his chest, as he stared at her.

Now, he wasn't trying to intimidate her, he was merely looking on with pity. And understanding.

She's strong, she can get through this. He's sure of it. It just takes time...

But you have people. Sora, Chaya, even I, if you care to accept me.

These people will keep you straight through this pain. You will not lose yourself.

I can guarantee you- your mom was proud of you before she passed. And scared. She cared for you so much...

So don't lose yourself in this pain.---

would do the same if Stephanie was murdered, no?

But what happens next? How do you move on?

After that... I left myself behind. I dedicated myself to becoming a hitman. I forsook my education, my life, for murder...

Simply because I didn't know what to do.

I had nothing. No-one. I was lost.

---

mothers corpse in our living room.

She was killed because of me. She made deals with local criminals that she couldn't pay back.

So they made her pay. With her 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. "

He sighs

" And so, I took revenge. Two years later, I used the time-skip to kill every single one of them.

I'm sure you---

Except worse.

Not only did I not get to say goodbye... but it was never supposed to happen in the first place.

𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. "

He let that hang in the air for a moment. He was going to give his mother the respect that was deserved.

" Over a thousand years ago... I came home to my---

believe no one should go through. "

Hit walked over to a nearby rock to sit on top of it.

" I know I reek of death. But I'm not just like this because I want to be. "

His face went cold as he thought back on the memory.

" I was younger than you are now... when I experienced the same pain.

---

sentence out.

" 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡... "

And with that, he fully collapsed against them, not able to push himself any longer.

way to keep talking. He wanted to say a thousand words. Tell them how they were like the sun to him, how he only kept going because they were around.

But he can't. His body wouldn't let him.

His hands grasped at them, his body heaving with effort as he worked up enough courage to get one final---

crook of their neck.

" I know now. I'm so sorry everything has been against you and...

I wish you would've told me, sooner...

But I promise I'm... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚...

And I'll always do my best to 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮. No matter what... "

His own throat was beginning to close now. He couldn't find a---

And with that, he dropped down to Allysters level, and rushed forward, his hands wrapped around them tightly.

" I- I don't know how, but these feelings in my chest have... always been here... I never knew what they were but- "

Tears flowed from his face, and he buried his head into the---

" 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘐...

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙤𝙤. "

it was like his facade was coming down.

Centuries of burying everything deep down... were finally surfacing.

Hit pulled his hands out of his pockets. And now, with his eyes at their full brightness, tears began to form in them again.

But not of sorrow.

---

self implode.

Silence then filled the room once more. A horrible, thick silence.

But Hit's eye's seemed to slowly brighten again.

There was something going on inside his head. And this time, he couldn't care less to mask it.

His face... relaxed. His tears stopped, his shoulders slacked, ---

silently still that it was almost like he was dead.

Even his eyes seemed to fade slightly. They weren't bright red, but more like a dull maroon, the kind of red that signified dried blood.

They apologized, and then they caved in on themself.

And Hit watched as the small creature began to---

...or was it?

Hit heard Allysters sobs begin to slow, the pain in their voice evident.

But it wasn't until he heard a meek voice speak up.

' 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 '

...Hit slowly turned around to meet the fey's eyes.

He was silent as they struggled within themself. The tears still flowed, but he was so---

creature and himself. Mourning this chapter of his life...

One of the 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 and 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 chapters after his mother passed all those years ago.

It was at an end.

He's cried to them before, no doubt. Whether it was a drunken rampage or them prying into his past, he has shed tears...

But not like this.

Before it was sorrow.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.

He couldn't stop the tears even if he wanted to. Now, he was mourning.

Mourning the relationship between the---