I found Cestia sitting alone in a secluded corner of our hideout, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on them. She looked vulnerable and lost in thought, starkly contrasting the fiercely independent woman I had known for so long.
Approaching her cautiously, I tried to exude an air of calm and understanding. "Cestia," I began softly, "we need to talk honestly and openly."
She glanced up at me, her eyes filled with pain and anger but also a glimmer of hope. "What is there to say? You know everything now, and I am just a jealous idiot. That asshole laughed at me when I came back from your rejection. Kadeon told me this was all our punishment to watch you with no memories. I was so angry that I decided to blame it all on you rather than think you could be so easily controlled by the same man you so soundly defeated."