In a place that was centimeters away from becoming a battlefield, Serah remained seated — unmoved, even after Noel had already left.
She raised a finger slowly to her lips, touching them with a dazed expression, her gaze fixed on the spot where Noel had just stood moments ago.
Beside her, Elysia stood in silence for a while, her face clouded with disbelief — still trying to grasp what had just happened. Eventually, she spoke, her voice quiet but hesitant.
"Are you sure about doing all of this?"
Serah turned to look at her, a chuckle escaping her lips.
"Why? I can't?"
"It's not about that…" Elysia started, but the rest of her words stalled in her throat.
Serah, already understanding what she meant, answered anyway.
"Do you think he's unworthy of me?"
"With his measly strength… his ruined body?"
"Is that what you're thinking?"
Elysia didn't respond.
But Serah took her silence as confirmation.
Her smile faded slightly, and her tone grew quieter… but deeper.
