Chapter 112: Memories of the Plague
Orion's words still hung in the air like smoke, thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. Sophia's heart clenched at the way his voice had cracked, at the venom he spat against himself. She had seen Orion angry before, seen him fight, seen him command an army. But this? This was different. This was the raw, unguarded wound of a man carrying ashes inside his chest.
Her voice trembled, even though she tried to make it steady. "Orion… I don't understand what you're talking about. I.."
His eyes, burning with that grief-soaked fire, finally flicked to hers. For a long moment he didn't speak, and she thought maybe he wouldn't. But then his hand tightened on the wineskin, knuckles white against the leather, and he exhaled slowly through his nose.
"That's exactly what I told you, Sophia. You don't understand. You don't know what happened. You only know a version of what happened." He told her.
