He had come by and accused me. Accused a 'child' for blowing people up.

I may have picked up on the signs. I may have noticed things were off. This was not the first time I've experienced an event like this.

But the nerve. The nerve to put the blame on someone who was likely just as frantic in their attempt to escape the blast. Does it really matter who I was next to physically?

I don't know why I agreed to help him. He really pisses me off. He seems to love just walking into my house like he owns the damn place. I mean, he's tried to claim it, so he probably thinks he does. Honestly, though, even with how much he pisses me off, he's still a useful tool.

My loyalties do not lie with him.

At this moment, my loyalties are to myself.

Anyways, Yuya, she noticed me at that event. Hopefully, we'll cross paths in a more private setting. If I can bear to give Abbadon space, I'm sure she can, too. Even if I wish he would put more trust in me.

It's odd. I used to get all the information I needed from other Abbadons, even if they were sometimes closed off. The fact that part of his soul knows mine really made trust instant with us.

It's so obvious he isn't my Abbadon.

I miss him, if I'm honest.