Chapter 644: The Weight of a Fallen Prayer
Sophia stayed quiet for a while.
Not because she had nothing to say.
But because there were questions that didn't come out neatly. Questions that sat heavy on the tongue, refusing to be shaped into anything simple.
Selene did not rush her.
She simply stood there, still as drifting snowfall, watching Sophia the way the night watches a burning candle—patient, unreadable, almost reverent.
Finally, Sophia spoke.
Her voice was soft, careful, like she was afraid the words might fracture the air between them.
"What made you choose the things you chose?"
The question didn't come with anger, but rather curiosity and a need to understand.
Selene's gaze lowered slightly, as though the question had landed somewhere deep rather than surface-level.
For a moment, she didn't answer.
Then she exhaled.
It wasn't a sigh in the human sense. It was quieter than that, like the air itself had remembered something it didn't want to hold.
