[Honor]

William left the room and plopped down on his couch, running his hands through his hair. Why was he such an idiot? Why did he have to kiss her forehead? Why did he have to start noticing all these things he did not want to notice? He squeezed his eyes shut. If it was true, and he loathed the very idea of it being true, then he would have to take action. He was a slayer after all. It was his job. It was his duty. But she was his best friend.

He removed his hands from his hair and let his head fall into them. He had never been the religious sort, but right now he hoped that there was a God and that he was a merciful one. Surely a merciful God would not allow the only person he cared for to be the one thing he despised. Surely that could not happen.

Exhaling a shaky breath, he stood. He needed to speak to her, to say something, anything, that would ease his mind. His feet felt as heavy as lead as he walked to the door. He hesitated at the handle. Why did he feel like opening the door would only make things worse? Shaking such thoughts from his head he turned the handle and let the door fall open.

When he saw her, trying to leave through his window, a feat that would not be easily managed by anyone human. He felt as if he had been punched in the gut. The only sound that escaped him was a single, emotionless word. "Artemis."