"You're right, Evy. I mean Lady Greycastle. I never knew my mother; she died giving birth to me and since I was little… I've searched… Searched for something, anything, to fill that void… Unfortunately it's an obsessive need born from absence."
Everything was going extremely well. I could see her resistance weakening, little by little. A certain compassion, a weakness, began to appear in her eyes at some of my confessions, even though they were false and odiously arranged.
And it was at that precise moment that I saw her. That woman who fuels me with so much resentment.
As if she had sensed the scene from afar. She was leaning against Darwin Ashborn, the head of the Ashborn faction. She bent toward him, her lips brushing then lightly nibbling his earlobe, while smiling directly at me.
Seeing her, a tidal wave of memories and resentments overwhelmed me despite myself.
[The Level-Headed skill drastically decreases… A flood of critical emotions affects your judgment.]
