Qualms

Several minutes later, Dyon found himself sitting across from the golden-haired Evangeline. They lounged by a quiet spring as she arranged some tea.

Seeing that Dyon only watched her silently, she couldn't help but speak first. "Are you not angry?"

"Why would I be angry?"

"I made things very difficult for you, shouldn't you be angry?"

"Not exactly. Your words may have seemed to make things difficult, but the reality is that I didn't have to do any more or less than I would have had to already."

"But if you lost…" Evangeline's delicate hands trembled slightly as she handled the tea leaves.

The truth was the Evangeline wouldn't know what to do with herself if she was the reason for anyone's death. To say that she was a kind-hearted individual was a definite understatement. She quite literally couldn't handle watching others suffer. It felt like it was her own pain.

As for why she was purposefully make it seem like she was against Dyon, that was obvious.