Transcending Experience

His smile widened slightly, though his glowing eyes gave off an impression of arrogance—not because he exuded it intentionally, but because those neon pupils radiated unshakable confidence, as if the world itself could bent to his will.

"I told you, I could handle it."

Index let out a shaky breath, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Relief washed over her, but her chest felt tight, as if the emotions were too much to contain.

"You're reckless," she muttered, shaking her head. "Absolutely reckless. Do you even realize how close you came to—"

Her voice broke, and she looked down, unable to finish the sentence. The memory of his bloodied body and the violent reaction of his transformation was still fresh in her mind.

"I'm sorry. Don't cry anymore," He reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. His touch was firm and careful, understanding how fragile the moment was for her.