"You think I haven't been asking myself the same question, Brother?" Lucian finally shot back, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. "I don't know why Father's suddenly acting like that either. Unlike you, I never even got to know Mother's face, but both you and that man keep making an issue out of this. And now, out of nowhere, you're saying something like that — do you really think I'm enjoying any of this right now, Brother — no, Cassian Witte?!"
For some reason, the moment Lucian finished speaking, his eyes widened on their own. He didn't understand why those words had slipped out of his throat so easily — it felt as though the pent-up emotions belonging to Lucian Witte himself had simply poured out of him. Was it because he'd been inhabiting this body long enough now that the original Lucian's emotions had started merging with his own?
