All those years ago, when it was the four of us, you were the one I least expected growing close to, let alone attached to. You were such a drab and reserved character. But when you'd shown your prowess in battle, I just about lost myself in you.
You slowly reeled in me in, but never opened up to me, not once. It was only when I was peeking that I would catch you laughing heartily with Geto, or making silly conversation with yourself to keep entertained.
Once you were subdued by the higher ups I didn't know how to react. It sent a rumbling heat coursing through my body knowing that they'd done it out of fear for their own safety, but at the same time a part of me thought that this was best for me. With you out of sight you would slowly leave my mind, and then I could let you go.
Let my ties slip away, so I could focus on my goals and those alone.
And I was so close to reaching that point. The point of completely forgetting you.
It's really not fair.
Why, when I was so close, did I have to run into you again?