"I don't need friends," Caius said, his tone as cold and heavy as a snowstorm in midwinter.
Damien froze.
That… is looked like someone with a deep wound, he thought. Whatever had happened to Caius had left him wary of such connections.
This was something he couldn't rush. Caius would need time and patience—someone to show him care without expecting anything in return.
Still, Damien frowned, unsure of what else he could offer. "I can't become your vassal… but maybe there's something else I can do?"
As Damien mulled over the situation, the inner child within him suddenly made an appearance, offering a bold idea.
You're showing up a lot today, aren't you? Damien thought to himself. But hey, good call.
"How about this?" Damien suggested. "I'll be your underling, Caius."
"Underling?" Caius asked, his expression puzzled.