Vale stood with his hand against Ximena's Crystal Prison.
'To think I knew that little about her… I had her all wrong.'
The calm and collected queen, two centuries old… was mentally a brat playing pretend.
Her mature demeanor, expression, and actions were all an elaborate lie. A lie meant to fool others, and herself.
Salome, after listening to Vale's tale and admonishing him with sass to get back at him, went to swap guard with Awilix and get some alone time, which is why Vale now found himself alone with Ximena.
'And now I know a bit more about you too…'
He gazed at the delicate girl's dying form.
"I understand why you cried when I hugged you…"
Vale looked at Ximena's open lips that had a slight crystallized blood trail spilling out of them.
"It's not that you'd never known the warmth of another… but that you'd once known warmth and that warmth had been stripped away for 200 years. An unfathomable amount of time for one such as myself to even begin to comprehend."
