"...I don't hate him."

He finally answers, eyes still averted to the ground. Though he'd taken over his new vessel and raised a sword to his young master, Gilbert can't say that he feels hatred for the man that he once respected and loved so much. Part of him might even understand, in a way that only Glen Baskerville can, the desperation in his actions. No, hatred wasn't the way to explain it at all.

"But I couldn't follow him either."