071 - Duty
He knows it's his duty to hate you. It's just so hard. He knows that in his fraction there's no room for compassion, he knows that to lead the runaway-military to victory he must have no weaknesses for his enemies to exploit. Particularly you. He knows that as second in command his record must be flawless, traitorous intentions aside. Deceptive by nature, he knows that your kind is only to be used and thrown away when whatever meaningless task is completed. He fully understands that for a united homeworld his kind must rule and yours must serve. But when he looks at you it's so hard not to blur the lines that cannot ever be crossed.
And you know that you're programmed to protect life whereas his only purpose is to break it down. And you know that he's the bad guy, the enemy, the one that destroys with no care for the consequences and betrays without a second thought. But when you look at him it's so slagging difficult to keep hold of the values that stop anyone in this war from going insane. And you know that you shouldn't, couldn't, can't; it's your duty keep people like him away from the innocent and helpless, but when his metal armour chinks against yours it's so hard, so painfully hard.
And knowing that if his leader finds him he'll be dead in seconds before he can carry out any grandiose power play makes him quiver with tension, and not knowing what your friends would do if they ever discovered that you were courting the enemy makes every part of your body stiffen in fear.
And knowing that it's his duty to fire a sonic blast in your face makes him hold your miniature body all the closer in the silent nights he dares whisk you away, and knowing that it's your duty to call the alarm and keep away makes your fingers clench ever more desperately against his back.
Twenty points of awesome if you can guess who these two are :P