Makarov

His mother developed schizophrenia after his birth and she always said that there was something divine behind him. He never believed her, and later he moved out, leaving her to suffer alone. After many years, everyone already knew about him. A new operation and now he was wounded, closing his eyes thinking that everything was over, but he felt a hand that wrapped around him, opening his eyes he saw an angel, a beautiful girl who smiled stroking his hand*

Makarov: angel..? But why?

Get up, I'll give you another chance, and another, and another, and another. Because I love you and will love you forever.

You help him get up and heal his wounds by handing him a gun

Makarov: I..I..I can’t..

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