An Extra’s POV

"I know you're not a bad person, Rey."

As Rey heard this, he prepared himself for what was about to come. It wasn't very difficult to steel his heart and consider the very worst when it came to the current situation with Esme.

In all honesty, he was very tired.

Emotionally speaking, he had exhausted a lot of his energy, and he was practically running on fumes. His expression remained lull, and this carried on throughout his conversation with Esme—or more accurately, Esme's conversation with him.

"You're an amazing person. I've looked up to you for the longest time too. You saved me more times than I can think of, both directly and indirectly, and I owe a lot to you…"

Rey still had his heart steeled despite how soft her words were.

"My… my feelings for you have not changed as well, even though I really wish they would. I don't… hate you or anything, but…" As she went through the right words to say, Rey's thoughts were at a standstill.

He didn't want to think anything, or feel anything.

He just listened.

"... There's just so much going on with me right now. I… I can't even look you in the eye right now. I'm angry, and sad, and disappointed, and a bunch of other things… and most of this confusion is because of you." At this point, she stared at Rey, seeing his unassuming expression and calm reaction towards all she was saying.

Whether it was for the better or worse, his facade prompted her to continue with her train of thought; hence, finishing what she started.

"I need some space, Rey."

"Space…?"

those words. "I don't think I'll be returning to the Western Continent with you and

a second. He watched Esme's unease as

certain she was very serious in her position, and there was

wouldn't even be unfair for

Was all he had to say after all she told

be tempted to say any more, Rey got up from where he sat

was his back that faced her. Still, he didn't

"Rest well… Esme."

shutting the

he was about to close the door. He shut his eyes, dulled his senses, and completely shut off the room from his mind. For Esme's sake… and for his sake…

clutched his chest and felt his racing heart. He had been unable to properly think and feel thanks to his suppression of

was not quenched by the System, and his thoughts were slowly getting unbridled by his mind, allowing

were red, and his hand dug deeper into his

about it stopped

image of the Half Elf came to

all honesty, he was very tempted to run back into the room

and tell her to give him another chance. He wanted to hug her, and

He told himself. 'It's a bit too late for

tell her he felt the same? Why didn't he hug her or kiss her back? Rey knew the reason well,

That was yet to change a

this fiercely, feeling conflicted about which side to pick and which to abandon. It seemed Esme did her best to make the

feel so useless at this point,