SGT. WILLOW ASTRE
He looks at me, blinking, thinking, shocked.
"But…it was nothing, really. I don't have to react, I didn't mind," he says softly.
"And I'm saying you should mind," I reply.
"Get mad over such a small thing? Wouldn't that just make the world a noisy place? It's noisy enough already. I don't like noisy," he says innocently.
I sigh.
Wow, I never thought I'd ever meet a man who's kind to a fault, especially to find such a man in the flame emperor. How has he survived this far? It's a miracle no one's taken advantage of his kindness yet. I mean, the rumors about him being conceited couldn't be more wrong.
"Listen, I'm not saying you should feel anything intense, like anger, or something like that. But you should not tolerate people stepping over you. I slapped you, I called you mean things. You can't just say it's okay," I say, feeling exasperated at his blank look at me.
