A/N: Hello. I bet no one expected an update from me, but as promised, I owe PD106 a drabble. Although I am not really familiar with this pairing, nor am I familiar with how Maddy died, because it has been quite awhile, please do not expect something very well written. I know I promised someone something for Christmas. I did get into the early stages of creating the one shot, however, I had many projects to do at the time and my brother as well, and we both have to share one computer, therefore, my time is very much limited.

However, I have found the time to begin this drabble, so I do hope you enjoy this as I look for the rough draft of my way overdue Christmas one shot and finish it.

Please note that neither of these will be of best quality. I hope you enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lorien Legacies

Third Pov

He loved her.

She may have been using him, and she could of thought of him as nothing more than trash, but he still loved her.

He still hurt, and although it was him foolishly trusting her so much (But he knows he can't regret spending so much time with her), he cannot deny that she was his sun. He was never happier anywhere else, and all he can remember are her beautiful eyes, (And god, he loved touching her silky strands of black hair) and perhaps the only thing preventing him from being truly heartbroken was his responsibilities to Lorien and Sandor.

And he laughs bitterly, because it is such a cliche, it really was. Being forced to chose between family and love.

But he knows they will never understand how much he loved her, and Nine is the only one that gets why she did it. (He doesn't know if she truly loved him as well, but he knows that between family and love, she chose the former)

And he doesn't blame her.

Because all she was to them was a pawn, to be manipulated and to be used as they saw fit. To him, she was his sun.

He understands it. He really does.

Although the closest thing he has ever had to parents was Sandor, he really gets that.

Between responsibilities and duties and love, he doesn't know what he himself would choose, but he knows that he understands.

Because he can't blame her anything, because whatever she chooses, it will always hurt.

Nine also feels the same way.

To him, if the mogadorians with their thirst for power and the full extermination of every loric in the universes and galaxies, had never even existed, then everything would be alright.

(Although he cannot deny that the mogadorians were why he got the chance to meet her, if it was really meant to be, then he knew he would definitely see her one day if life had been any different.)

And now all that's left is just responsibilities and duties, because his one and only love was no longer there. So there is only one obvious path, for the other no longer exists.

But then he realizes he can always carve another road, one that runs along the original path, but it will be his road. His own path.

A path in which he will follow his instincts, and simply kill the mogadorians that were the cause of this nightmare.

It was all he could do for her.

And of course, it would be what he was doing for her, because that is all he can do.

Kill the mogadorians.

And so he kills for his duties, kills for his responsibilities, and kills for his love.

(The only thing he could really do)

A/N: Sorry if this is confusing, or whatever. I wish I could finish up the Christmas one shot today as well, but unfortunately, I need my sleep. So good night everyone. Hope you enjoyed, and a sorry to PD109 for totally forgetting about this for months.