"…And?" Nathan prompted, leaning forward slightly.
Livia's lips pressed together. Her eyes didn't meet his.
"And nothing," she said curtly. "It doesn't matter anymore."
The silence between them thickened, filled only by the distant drip of water somewhere deeper in the tunnel. Nathan studied her face, catching the smallest flicker in her expression — the kind you only saw when someone was trying very hard not to remember.
Livia stood still for a moment, feeling the air in the tunnel.
"…It's gone," she murmured, referring to the scraping sound they'd heard earlier.
She turned to Nathan. She took one step forward, then suddenly stopped. Her eyes narrowed, her lips curling slightly—not into a smile, but into a clear expression of disgust.
"Oh, for god's sake…" she hissed. "You're still like that."
Nathan frowned. "Like… what do you mean?"
Livia's gaze swept him from head to toe, piercing and sharp.
"Look at yourself… even in a situation like this, you're still hard."
