His gaze remained fixed on the ground near his feet, his eyes seemingly staring into a void.
“Your brother wasn’t entirely wrong,” he murmured. The words Rocky had hurled at him that day were ones he had heard countless times before. It wasn’t the insult itself that stung—it was the fact that he had revealed his vulnerability to her. Pride, it seemed, was a cruel master. He continued, “Whether it’s the monster that feeds on human flesh or the depraved degenerate who would defile even that… the offspring of such horrors are nothing short of abominable, and I am the descendant of both.”
“Don’t say that!” Liliette exclaimed.
Her voice trembled as she tried to suppress the emotions surging through her. Grief overwhelmed her as if the events he described were her own memories. Yet, he remained unnervingly calm, his detachment only adding to her pain.
“It’s not horrifying. Why would you say that? Why…?”
