He wanted to find a way to help her.
That's why he looked.
And what he saw inside her froze him.
A girl drowning in the depths of the Blood Sea, dragged down by countless corpses.
Every time she managed to break the surface, a giant goddess plunged a spear into the waves, forcing her back under.
Again and again, she was swallowed, struggling endlessly, suffocating.
Neo drew in a sharp breath.
She is caught by the ghosts of the dead.
Amelia couldn't move on.
She couldn't let go of the faces of those she had lost.
Her compassionate nature chained her to every single one.
She carried their deaths inside her, blaming herself for each one.
All her rage at Neo, all her shouting was her venting herself, nothing more.
The truth was simpler, and crueler.
She didn't hate him.
She hated herself.
It's impossible to calm her mind within a week, Neo thought bitterly.
He turned without another word and just as he left the office, Amelia's voice came.
