So, this is what it feels like, to be betrayed. You have this sinking feeling, deep in the hull of the heart you never thought you had. The scene replays in your head, countless times. You have no control over it. You can't stop it, it just keeps on happening. When you least expect it, what you had is ripped away from you, and suddenly, you know nothing will ever be the same.

Paralyzed, here I stand, both literally and figuratively, trying to figure out my next course of action. I will always be a warrior, no matter what the situation is. I would have no choice but to throw her, rather, the both of them, into the dark, desolate jail cell where they belong. Good, they deserved it. She deserved it. Sit there and rot for all I care.

Remembering made my stomach turn to knots. I imagined her, young, as I was. I pushed her to the floor, in a moment of competitive defense. Her face was soft, fragile, broken. I didn't care. I had to come first. I still don't care. I will never care. Picturing her pretty face in that cold, unforgiving cell was as much punishment for myself as it was for her. Because, after all, didn't I deserve the punishment for caring about her? Didn't I know better? That warriors do not fall in love. Much less, monster's don't fall in love. I am a monster. There is no love here.

Maybe while she's sitting there, just for a minute, she'll feel bad for me. Screw it. I don't need her pity. I don't want her pity. I can do without her. The cell she's in, those other warriors can care for her in the way that I can't. She'll have a better life, once she's released. She will.

I was never fit for a princess.

And now, I have fallen.

I must kill the Avatar, my brother; I must make my father proud.