"You never truly blamed him for anything, did you?" Neveah laughed weakly. It was a mirthless, almost painful sound.
The bond Lothaire and Vilma shared was just that formidable.
It had been apparent the last time, but she hadn't sensed it as clearly as she did now. The reason why Vilma revealed no remorse whatsoever.
"You'd rather blame the whole world for not giving into him, hence pushing him to become a tyrant. Or blame his bloodline for the violent tendencies he was born with." She scoffed beneath her breath,
"You never once accepted the fact that it was a path he'd chosen himself. In your eyes, Lothaire has always been the victim. And everyone else, the perpetrator."
Vilma didn't respond. And Neveah didn't expect a response. There was truly nothing left to say. She'd lived in her delusions long enough, it was too late to see beyond them now.
Neveah had always wanted to know, to understand why she'd had to go through all she did.
