Moraine took a step forward.
Her face was stiff with disbelief.
The way her eyes shifted betrayed her emotions.
Surprise, fear, and anger, all of it was trying to find space on the same face.
"You probably got found out as a Witch once and ran away. If you'd just killed everyone the first time, you wouldn't have had to run again. But don't worry, now that I'm here—"
His words were cut short.
The slap echoed louder than it should have in the still morning air.
He stood there, stunned.
His cheek stung, but he was confused instead of being in pain.
His thoughts fumbled, trying to grasp what had just happened.
"You killed innocent people for that?! We could've just moved away! It wouldn't have been that hard!" Moraine shouted, her voice cracking with fury.
He opened his mouth, tried to explain.
"But—"
"Leave."
"…What?"
"Leave! Don't ever come back! I don't want to see your face again! It was my mistake, thinking the son of Hades could be different. You're just like him."
