Conrad stared at Meliora, practically dumbfounded. A few steps from her were the debris of his cabinet, scattered like confetti across what used to be a normal dorm room.
He didn't really know how things escalated to this point, in his room, of all places too. All he knew was that he was more tired than usual, and none of this was helping.
But he wasn't exhausted physically, the issue was more mental. Everything that had happened so far had taken a massive toll on his mentality, that it was a wonder how he was still standing sane.
To add to that was Meliora. Or more specifically, what she had just said a few moments ago.
'I want to fight you one last time….as myself?'
Connie repeated those words in his mind. He didn't get what they meant. He really didn't get it.
What did that even mean? Did she want closure from something? Was she dying? Or was she breaking up with him? Wait, no, that didn't make sense. They weren't even a couple.
