'You're still insufferably two-faced. You can't ever decide on anything. You can't ever give up on things you are attached to. You think you can control everything with your own words...'
These accusations seemed to have been engraved into Skullius' soul now. He still couldn't understand what that scene he had just gone through really.... or rather where that scene really fit in his previous life.
As strange as it may have seemed, buried underneath the persistent remnants of the intense rage he had been feeling towards Camilla, there was an equally intense degree of love, and care, struggling to resurface and push away the malice.
Skullius, it seemed, loved Camilla.
He cared for her.
Now that he wasn't pressed by the tenseness of the ordeal anymore, he was able to ask himself why Camilla seemed hesitant to pull through with what she had been doing.
He had seen it in glimpses.