The One Beneath My Sword Is Also...

That sword thrust was swift and decisive.

That look was filled with such regret it tore him apart.

With a single lie, he pulled him back from the gates of death.

With countless more, he stayed by his side for a thousand miles.

He called him his savior, but he didn't dare accept the title.

He said he would take him home, but he didn't dare go back.

He thought that once he had avenged himself, he would tell him the truth. He could kill him or do whatever he wanted after that.

But he never expected that when the truth finally came out

His sword would be pressed to the other's heart, while the hand trembling was his own.