Kafka sat still for a long moment, staring at the faint light pouring through the window. The weight of everything—his trial, the women, the decisions ahead, crushed against his chest like a landslide.
And then, slowly, he exhaled.
"I'll deal with it later." He said at last, letting his head fall back. "One problem at a time."
Evangeline raised a brow, as Kafka then shrugged, exhausted.
"There's already enough madness to deal with. I'll figure things out with Fiona, Tanya, Emily...all of them. One by one...But right now? It's not the biggest fire to put out."
He looked at her, and for a moment, his eyes were serious, almost pleading.
"This may sound stupid to you." He said slowly—"but...what if I just never become a Demi-god? What if I never ascend at all?"
Evangeline didn't react, yet and Kafka went on, hope laced in his words.
