Vanguard
Seeing the puppet cry, Vanguard couldn't help but be surprized. But the shock from this pitiful sight soon turned into anger, which then turned into something even he couldn't recognize.
Envy.
A cold shiver ran down Vanguard's spine. As someone who had loved more than anyone in the world, the familiar notion of betraying oneself for one's love was chilling. He didn't know why, these gestures were utterly void of meaning or usefulness, but seeing her cry reminded him of something he had wished to forget.
Thank you.
But he would never forget, he could never forget. That was his punishment, even now he paid the price for forsaking his own heart. Would she too suffer just like how he once did and forever would? No. Unforgivable, unacceptable. The mere thought that a wretch like him could comfort something pure, something beautiful, it was absurd. He had nothing to gain from any of this, these feelings of his were worthless garbage that only dragged him down. There was no point, no purpose to any of it.
But it didn't matter.
He would reject her answer with all his being.
When he moved, he didn't feel like himself anymore. It was an annoying, unpleasant feeling, just like the one of being drunk. For a moment, he did not control his vessel any longer, it wasn't him who was holding Erica so. He couldn't even tell what he was thinking any longer, only one person in this entire Nexus had made him feel like this, held him like this.
"That is wrong." He said softly, cajoling Erica to console her. "You seem to be under the delusion that love is something you can compromise on. How could you regret anything? Nonsense, how could you not? You can deceive yourself, but you cannot deceive me. What your mouth says you yearn and what your heart yearns are mutually exclusive. To love you make each other happy, it isn't something you can half do. But you're only playing. Playing at fighting, playing at romance, playing at youth. I am happy, you are truly just like me. Erica."