"Why… why would you treat me this way? Am I not worthy of your love?"
Snow Dream's voice trembled, but her eyes still searched his face, clinging to a final, desperate hope.
"Why? That's a question you should be asking yourself." Orson's anger welled up, cold and sharp. "You had every chance to stand by me."
He thought back to the SSR match-fixing scandal. She could have warned him. She could have stood against it. Instead, she had chosen to stay silent, to sink with the rest.
He'd replayed the semifinal of Sword and Conquest against Sword Soul Guild a thousand times in his head. If just one teammate had sided with him—one—the match could have been won. That victory would have carried them straight into the world championship.
But no one had stood with him.
