All this time, I actually thought that he had tried to save me from this fate because he genuinely cared about me. Because he saw something in me. Because he got to know me during the Atonement Trials and began to like me for who I was. Began to like me because he saw who I really am. Saw the parts of me that no one else ever does. And liked it. But instead… Instead, he only tried to save me because this damn mate bond between us was forcing his instincts to protect me. Something small and very fragile inside my chest just… cracks.
