They had betrayed him. All of them. Fugo thought this over and over as he remained alone. They were so stupid, going out like that…they were going to get themselves killed! Was that really worth it? Fugo closed his eyes as the chilling wind of the night caressed his face. And to think he had thought of them as friends. Fugo scoffed at this, but something inside him ached. Had he done something wrong? No…he’d made his own decision on his own accord…but still, his heart felt heavy when he thought of them risking their lives out there, not caring that they were without him. For some reason, It hurt him even more to think about Narancia…

“Hmm,” the sound left his mouth but he didn’t know why. He didn’t really know what he was feeling right now. He didn’t know why he was still standing here like this. Huffing, Fugo shook his head, his arms crossing automatically. He could be doing something much more valuable right now. All of this pondering was nothing but a monumental waste of time. He had gotten attached. That was the problem. An embarrassing weakness. Sentiment. Such a wasteful feeling. Emotions like that only lead to trouble. Emotions like that make you risk your life. Emotions like that make you waste your valuable time pondering…He clenched his fists and forced himself to turn away. It was only then that he noticed the tears clouding his vision. More annoying and foolish feelings holding him back. His body had wanted him to cry? Now? So impractical! That would be an even bigger waste of time. And it would be public too! Absolutely shameful. Giving a frustrated sigh, Fugo held back his tears and left…