You were his. And he didn't like to share you. The thought of someone coming along and taking you away, just for a talk- it just filled him with incomprehensible thoughts. He was always left with scratching at his arms and aimlessly staring at the photos of you that he had taken. That's what he did when he snuck in your room, after all. Take photos of you while you sleep, kiss your delicate face. Oh-- but he would never hurt you! Never, never! You were his beloved, and hurting you would just be heinous.
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