"What about the antidote? Is there no antidote?"
"There's none currently, and even if there was, you'd have to rely on your own willpower to control it."
Melody Thorne: "... Are you saying there's no hope for me?"
"There is, you won't be without hope," Elias emphatically said, though he didn't tell Melody how he could be so sure!
"Oh."
"Knock knock," the door to the room was knocked.
"Come in!"
Selina Sloan came in from outside, carrying many paintings in her arms, all of which Elias Hale had ordered from the Thorne Group's studio, requesting them to be delivered once completed.
"Selina."
"Melody, you're here too," Selina Sloan's face, which hadn't smiled for a long time, suddenly lit up with a smile.
Elias Hale watched, somewhat mesmerized, openly staring; Selina Sloan once loved to smile the most, but such a smile aimed at him was missing. It had been a long time since he'd seen her smile like that!
