He was attempting to get on me, but his beta and gamma prevented him from succeeding.

　　Because of the way I looked at him, he did what I wanted.

　　I go away out of their sight, and he gives me a bow and a lament; nevertheless, I don't respond in the same manner when I sprint into the forest, behaving as though I am free and I finally have the chance to experience those times.

　　"My apologies to you, Ria..." I mumbled—when we argue practically every day ...