Grace's jaw hung slightly open.
She stared at Aether like he had grown three heads.
He… he really jumped into the Cycle of Samsara?
For what?
So that his beloved Mary wouldn't cry?
Was he serious?
'Fucking bastard! She's just using you!!'
The words almost slipped out of her mouth, but she bit them back. She had already lost her composure earlier—she screamed like a child throwing a tantrum. She wasn't going to let him see that again.
Still, her expression didn't hide much. Her face was twisted in raw disgust as she stepped to the edge of the cage bar, her tiny wings fluttering with visible irritation.
"Are you fucking brain-dead or what?"
Her tone was sharp, piercing.
"You really jumped into Samsara for that woman? That woman is using you! She probably figured out you were important to me and took advantage of it. Did that bird-sized brain of yours even stop to think about that, asshole?!"
Aether's temple twitched. A visible vein pulsed on his forehead.
