"Wh-what have you done, Destiny…?"
Julius murmured, his hand still outstretched toward the space where Rosalina had disappeared.
Vitra stood beside him, watching with an amused expression, but Julius was in no state of mind to pay attention to the enormous man's reaction.
His thoughts were consumed by Rosalina's final words, which continued to echo in his mind no matter how desperately he tried to push them aside.
He had known that this day would eventually come, yet the realization that she had already begun questioning his identity left him feeling as though the ground beneath his feet had suddenly disappeared.
He was… honestly, he didn't even know what he was feeling anymore. His face had turned as pale as paper, and his heart was beating so violently that he could hear its rhythm in his ears.
It was almost as though he had lost Rosalina for the second time, and the worst part was that he couldn't even blame anyone but himself.
