His innocence overwhelms me sometimes. I'm amazed how he can stand to be around someone like me, a nameless soldier who has killed too many. Nanashi has no place in his world, in his life. In another time, another place, he could've been just another one of my innocent victims. Instead, he is my angel.

I know this fighting has corrupted him, that his innocence is stained with blood. I would do anything to keep him safe, to keep him protected, to keep his hands free from that crimson pool of death. His eyes have seen too many of the horrors of this world, yet still, somehow, he remains optimistic.

He is what remains of my soul. A soul that knew no emotion, was devoid of all feeling, until my angel showed me the way. I remember his words to me after I regained my memories. He can't forgive himself for what he caused. I wish he could let go, and not be afraid of me hating him. I could never hate my Quatre. No matter what happens.

He doesn't think that I care. But I do, more than I meant to. My Quatre means more to me than he'll ever know. I want to be able to protect him, look after him, the way he has looked after me. It hurts sometimes, to see him suffer, to see him as he must witness the destruction he causes with his own hands. I know it tears him up inside. I know, because… sometimes, the destruction hurts me the same way.

He doesn't think I notice. He doesn't think I care. I wish I could form the words to tell him otherwise. But I never know what to say. I suppose I'm afraid of corrupting him even more. He doesn't need me, because he has a family, has a place to go home to. I have none of these things. Except him.

Quatre is the one solid thing in my world. The one person who I know I could always depend on, always count on. I just wish he could count on me. Maybe he does depend on me, in a way, but he shouldn't.

I have no place in his world. So that is why I must say goodbye.

"Quatre, I-I have to leave." Him and I are sitting in his kitchen, all of us having taken a brief hiatus from our missions. He looks up at me, and his blue eyes start to shimmer a bit. He tries to hide it, but I can see right through him.

"Where-where are you going?" he asks.

"Back to the circus. Catherine, she needs me." I know I can stay away from him there. At least, until more missions come up.

"Al-alright," he stammers. "So I'll see you again, right?" "Doubt it," I reply, keeping my face blank. "If you guys need me for a mission, you know where to find me." He looks down, and I turn to leave.

The last thing I needed was to have to look into his gentle innocent eyes, because I know that if I did, I would not be able to keep these emotions inside. My hand reaches for the doorknob, and then I hear a voice from behind me.