He couldn't help but smile at her words.
"Should you be talking to me right now… you don't want to get on your old man's bad side."
Sylvia smiled faintly at his words.
"After what I did, I think I already got on his bad side, though my mother might be the real nuisance."
Damon felt a bit bad hearing that.
"Sorry... for coming between you and your parents."
Sylvia took a deep breath, whispering softly.
"It's fine... I'm glad I did. I couldn't be who they wanted me to be... because I want to be who I want to be."
The two of them spoke only loud enough for themselves. Damon soon noticed Sylvia had carved a small rune under the table to dampen the sound of their voices.
Even in this hall, at this table, it felt like it was just the two of them.
That was enough for Sylvia... at least for now.
"You... aren't going to tell me about it, are you?" Sylvia muttered softly, a small pang in her heart.
He let out a deep breath.
