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…?"

forehead as she uttered those words. "I don't think

out a sound for even a second. He watched Esme's

was very little he could do to convince her to

even be

Was all he had to say after all she told

she could get another word in, and before he would be tempted to say any more,

also see her even when he turned it was his back that faced her. Still, he didn't stop

"Rest well… Esme."

shutting the

have been his imagination, but Rey heard silent sobs right as he was about to close the door. He shut his eyes, dulled his

steps in the hallway, Rey clutched his chest and felt his racing heart. He had been unable to properly think and feel thanks to his suppression of those aspects of himself, but there was only so much he

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

also have feelings for you, Esme.' His cheeks were red, and his

it

a surge of excitement, as well as a pang of pain anytime the image of the Half Elf came to his mind. It was a frustrating experience for Rey—one he wouldn't

to

once again and tell her to give him another

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

didn't he hug her or kiss her back? Rey knew the reason well, and Esme was sure to understand

That was

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

this point, it's sickening…' His thoughts flowed as he inhaled