'No...?'
It didn't make sense. He loved her. She had said she loved him. So why did she say no?
If she didn't drink the Blessed Drink, the Savior would never allow her to stay! Didn't she understand that? He had even made it taste sweet, just for her!
He'd clothed her, fed her, and loved her. Cooked food for her with his own hands, picked out clothing for her that fit her tastes and made her look beautiful! Had Acolytes go in and serve her – clean her room so she could play the 'game', and do her hair and make-up if she wished.
He'd never struck her – never harmed her. Ray had sworn that he'd never strike a loved one, never be like his mother. The Other may not live by the same rules, but that wasn't him.
So why wouldn't she take the serum?!
'N-no?' His face felt odd, was he smiling?
'B-but... I love you!'
Why did she look so afraid?
'Y-you – you promised!'
Why was she backing away from him?
'You swore you'd never abandon me!'
When had he started walking towards her?
'I LOVE YOU!'
Ray saw red, and his fist struck something hard.
When he came back to himself, he would look into his mirror, and see his mother.
