[It hurts. There's something squeezing at his chest, making every breath he takes an effort. Milla is such a good friend, he realizes. He had been right in thinking she was trustworthy all those weeks ago, secretly putting his faith in her to keep Damian safe even before she knew he had learned of her role. Milla is such an amazing person, and he doesn't know what he's done to deserve having her around him. She stopped him from making a choice he would regret later, and yet—
"You believe it's better to get rid of criminals permanently. So you kill them."
He doesn't know if he'll ever escape his future. He doesn't know if his emotions will get the better of him one day, causing him to make a choice he won't ever come back from. He... Well. When he writes something down again, he has trouble meeting Milla's gaze.]
When I'm older, I become a murderer. I will kill people because I think they deserve it. [...] But that's not a future I want. I don't want to be a crook. So thank you for stopping me, Milla.
[He trusts her. She's saved his ass more than once, and... he thinks she might be the only one who's possible reaction to this doesn't make him afraid.]
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"You believe it's better to get rid of criminals permanently. So you kill them."
He doesn't know if he'll ever escape his future. He doesn't know if his emotions will get the better of him one day, causing him to make a choice he won't ever come back from. He... Well. When he writes something down again, he has trouble meeting Milla's gaze.]
When I'm older, I become a murderer. I will kill people because I think they deserve it. [...] But that's not a future I want. I don't want to be a crook.
So thank you for stopping me, Milla.
[He trusts her. She's saved his ass more than once, and... he thinks she might be the only one who's possible reaction to this doesn't make him afraid.]