Faust turned her gaze toward the window. What Lancel had said earlier bothered her more than she could explain.
He asked about her past, then questioned it instead of simply siding with her. Wasn't that too much?
But if it were really that simple, there would have been no reason for Angelica to drag things out.
All Faust had ever wanted was an explanation. And at one point, she had even begged for one.
Back then, her attachment to Angelica ran so deep that she found herself hoping, even praying, that Angelica would at least offer an excuse.
But in the end, she never did.
And that hurt Faust more than she cared to admit.
"I thought you hated her," she said, turning toward Lancel. "Surprisingly, you're much more forgiving than you look, Lancel."
"Who said I don't hate her?" Lancel replied. "This is one thing, and that's another. What happened between you and her is your matter. What I have with her is mine. I'm not taking her side."
He paused before continuing.
