~LUCIEN~
I don't know why I'm doing what I'm doing. I don't know what pushes me to make sure that although this female is enjoying herself but doesn't get injured too.
For all its worth, I take immense pleasure in fighting beside her, making sure that for once they stay down and don't get up.
Every time I knock one of them down, I'm filled with this strong sense of fulfillment in being able to help her, seeing as she is growing tired.
But she keeps looking over her shoulders as if to make sure that I'm indeed helping her and not planning to stab her in the back or something.
It's good that she is feeling weary, even though I'm not going to hurt her, it's good to know that she doesn't trust her life with just anyone.
I really don't know where these thoughts are coming from, or where
