Confession

"Don't think about it much, Zephyr, love has different forms."

"Forms?"

"To some it's obsession, possession. To some, letting go. To some, distances. To some, silence… it can even be wicked or evil, people fall into darkness because of love too," 

He remembered sharing those words with Khaleed, it was becoming sensible at this point- too much to his disliking.

"Tsk," 

Growing enraged to encounter what was beyond his comprehension. Wrapping a rope around his throat to become what he was not.

All of it was highly unfavorable.

He. Did. Not. Like. It.

"Is he that strong?" 

Her people asked happily, so excited to hear how much of a remarkable warrior Zephyr is.

"Yes, he is so amazing,"

"Better than you too?"

"Better than any of us," She beamed, grinning at him. 

This was wrong, he shouldn't be happy to watch her grin, but here we was-