[ It comes easier this way. Distant -- needing that separation to keep himself from ever being betrayed again. His heart no longer aches with longing when he thinks of his family; it only ever reminds him of who he can't be anymore. Open, sensitive, and loving. Because the moment he's any of those things he'll be disappointed with the reality that he'll always be alone. ]

Don't call me that. Not unless if you intend to treat me as one.

[ So his tone remains leveled and bitter, hiding the fact that his concern is so evident in his face that he may as well be crying. Hajun wishes for the hour to be over with already, for the sake of rushing her to the infimary and not be here -- holding her hand, keeping her talking, and having to reveal little secrets. ]

... I haven't. [ He speaks honestly, even if he doesn't want to. ] Word would spread and I would undoubtedly lose everything I was building up... so if I have to fight, I'll do it in the dark.