Lavi
Lavi is in this battle for a reason: to record History. At least that had been the initial purpose. But he had broken a precious rule of the Bookmen. A most important one: he had started to care. He had formed bonds. Somewhere along the way he had started calling the other Exorcists 'comrades' in his mind. Friends.
He knows it's wrong, he assures the old geezer it's nothing, tries to tell himself it doesn't mean anything and he utterly fails. Allen, Yuu, Linali, Krory, gramps, Miranda, Komui…without him realizing they had become important in his heart. A heart he thought he had thrown away. They weren't mere ink on paper fated to decay with the passage of years. They weren't just another part of History. No…now he himself was a part of History, of their History. He wasn't unbiased anymore. And, somehow he didn't care. Even if he loved being a Bookman, this was a better feeling. So what if he was being selfish? This feeling was so foreign to him – he had never experienced it before. But he knew exactly what it was: friendship.
A/N: Yeah another short chapter. I wrote all these one shots during class with only four hours of sleep XD;; Expect more soon