We were walking through the forests and the fields and he was crying. It had been like this for hours, and soon, I was crying, too. I hated to see him like this, to see him sob about his missing family. The boy had many things to cry over, however. His house had burned down three years ago, leaving his parents to die with the house.
At some point he started running, but I grabbed the back of his shirt before he could get far. "Running won't help anything, my lord," I tried to keep my butler facade, but I seemed to be failing. I sighed, gathering my composure, trying to speak once more. "You can't run from problems and you can't run from your past, young master. Those are two things that will always stick with you."
He suddenly buried his face into my chest wordlessly and began sobbing harder. He rarely ever touched me. He normally only touched me to hit my hand away or to slap to me, never to hold tightly to me and to sob. I had never seen him cry so hard. He couldn't take bottling up his emotions for all these years, and it was clear.
"My lord," I tried to speak, "I simply cannot bear to see you like this. I wish there was something I could do, but alas, I am merely a butler, not a hero."
"You try, Sebastian," he finally spoke.
"Pardon, m'lord?"
"You try," he repeated. "You try to make things right, you try to protect me. And even if it is merely artificial, you seem to care."
There were now tears streaming down my cheeks. "My lord...I care very much so for you. You are simply a child. Although you try so hard to be mature, and you may be, you are just a child. A broken one, at that. Why would I abandon a broken child? I may be a demon, but I have morals, too."
He held tighter to me, then looked up at me with his single cobalt blue eye. "Th-Thank you, Sebastian. Thank you."
