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…?"

away from you…" She sighed, rubbing her forehead as she uttered those words. "I don't think I'll be returning to the Western Continent with you

silence, not leaking out a sound for even a second. He watched Esme's unease as she uttered those words, but he

was very serious in her position, and there was very

even be unfair

all he had to say after

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

it was his back that faced her. Still, he

"Rest well… Esme."

shutting the door

shut his eyes, dulled his senses, and completely shut off

took a few 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

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

his

it stopped

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

was very tempted to

once again and tell her to give him another

can't.' He told himself. 'It's a bit

hug her or kiss her back? Rey knew the reason

for Alicia. That was yet to

two girls this fiercely, feeling conflicted about which side to pick and which to abandon. It seemed

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