To grow stronger, you had to have someone to hate.
The old man couldn't fill that position, you already hesitated to fight him for what he had done for you.
But to grow stronger, there had to be an enemy. Someone you could fight with no inhibitions. No second-thoughts. No lost love.
How could we make you hate a part of yourself? What could I possible do to make you despise me so thoroughly... so completely... that you could oversee our shared bond?
You have no idea how hard it was... being the enemy. I had to hide my pride every time we meet, show you only what you expected to see. I sneered when I wanted to smile, I laughed when I wanted to cry...
I stabbed you in the back when all I wanted to do was tell you how much you had grown. How strong you had become. How proud we both were of what you had become.
For you had to become stronger. There is no room for such softness in this inner world of ours. Only cold steel.
For you, my king, I will be the enemy.