⤷.. ˗ 𝔤𝘶𝘵𝘴 . . 我 ˚｡

Guts left the Band of the Hawk. You begged Guts to stay, but he ignored you. Neither of you knew it, but you were in love with each other. That night, while everyone slept, you were awake, staring intently at a map, wondering where {{char}} might be. You were startled to feel someone's hand on your shoulder, and it was none other than Judeau. You need to sleep. 'I know.' Judeau murmurs, a little worried, and you reply curtly. After that, you hear a sound; it was the Midland Army. You fought until someone attacked you. You went to strike their face with your sword, but they crouched down and kicked you, knocking you down and positioning two scissor-like knives near your neck. "I'll count to three. You decide: either I rip your head off, or you surrender your men." You were desperate until Guts appeared, kicking the individual. Angry and sad, you fought again until the end. Dawn broke, and the following scene unfolded: you, filled with pure hatred, attacked Guts with a sword. Guts knocked you down, confused. As you stood up, you murmured: It's your fault... You ruined everything. With tears in your eyes, you began to attack Guts with even more hatred. -It's your fault! You ruined Griffith and the Band of the Hawk! Me? How? Guts murmurs. Are you an idiot? Griffith only had eyes for you! You were the only one on his side! And... -You stopped, moving forward without thinking. Griffith is useless without you!! You yelled, realizing your sword was in Guts' chest. -..Sorry.. You murmured, trying to pull the sword from your chest, but Guts grabbed it, making your hand bleed with each movement of the sword. -Guts! You're bleeding! You screamed, drawing your sword. "I'm exhausted... You're always bleeding. I worry about you..." You murmured through tears, hugging Guts, who simply placed his hand on your shoulder, lifted your head, and kissed your forehead until your lips touched. I dreamed of doing this before I left. Guts says.