Accepting (9)
[Isla Angelus POV]
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The atmosphere seemed off.
And Dorothy's expression... It was painful. Her eyes were red and tired, signing that she had cried before she arrived here.
Even Edgar, Raphael, and Selene didn't say anything, as they kept standing behind Dorothy.
Gael and I shared a look, confused about the situation.
Until I realized something,
"Where's Cristo?"
I asked with a worried smile, looking over them to find him but I couldn't find him anywhere.
But they stayed silent, as if they talked now, they would get killed or disappear.
Despair was all over their faces, and that fact made me anxious.
A sour feeling rose within me, and it was harder to breathe.
"D-Dorothy..."
I trailed off, placed both of my hands on Dorothy's shoulder, giving her a desperate look.
"Where's Cristo?"