Nyxsha's lip curled again, her body trembling. "I murdered them. I killed children," she whispered, her voice breaking, the memory's weight pulling her under like a tide of blood.
"I saw you cry before you did," he replied, his silver eyes unwavering, stepping closer through the mist.
"You saw me slaughter them," she choked, her claws digging into her palms, drawing faint lines of blood.
"I saw you break," he said, his voice gentle, philosophical, wrapping around her like a balm on raw wounds.
Silence fell, heavy and surreal, the fog seeming to pause, coiling around them like the ghosts of the village, the city's whispers fading into the background.
Nyxsha staggered back a step, her hands shaking, her tail unwrapping from her waist, limp and defeated.
"…I didn't mean to," she said, her voice cracking like the illusions around them, raw emotion spilling out in a chaotic flood. "I just—I just wanted warmth."
