"What?! You ordered a man to kill his very best friend because you're afraid of an information leak?'
It was the wrong thing to say, and Diego watched as Vasilios' face closed up. "I'm trying to protect the innocent, Mister. That's what I swore to do."
"Robin is innocent!"
"But what if a Dimago really found him?" He asked with a sudden, frightening quiet. "He'll kill his son, his wife, and spread out and keep killing. wouldn't you rather die a clean death as a thinking, living human being rather than taken captive by those foul demon?"
"That would be my personal choice, yes, but you can't make that choice for other people... Don't you see?"
The prince shook his head. "No, I don't see."
Finally, Shooter was able to open his eyes. Pain shot through him and he realized he'd probably broken at least one rib, probably more. The world went black around the edges and he almost lost consciousness again, but through sheer will he hung on.
From the edges of his eyes, he could see the figure of a brown haired girl, and in an instant, he grabbed her hand, whispering "May... Is that you?"