"…After everything they've done—everything they still do—how the fuck am I supposed to treat them with kindness, then?"
The words spill from my mouth like venom—thick, bitter, and searing. They slice through the quiet like a blade, echoing in the stillness, raw and unfiltered.
And just as I expect…
Morvena doesn't speak.
Not immediately.
She stands there, frozen like a statue, her lips pressed into a tight, bloodless line. Her hands clenched so tightly at her sides, her knuckles pale. Her breath shudders, barely contained, like she's forcing herself not to speak.
I watch her.
I wait.
But no words come.
No rebuttal.
No righteous defense.
Just… silence.
Right.
I should've known.
"Haaa…" A tired sigh leaves me, and I drag a hand through my hair, fingers threading roughly through the strands like I might tear the frustration out by force.
"What a waste of time."
