Adam's hand rested on Isolde's shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. His voice was quiet, thoughtful.
"What your father did... it was terrible. It's not something that can be forgiven easily. Maybe not ever." He paused, his crimson eyes searching her face. "But that's the past. We can't change it. We can only move forward. It'll be hard, and some days it'll feel like you're not making any progress at all, but..." He shrugged, a faint, wry smile touching his lips. "That's life."
Isolde's breath shuddered. Her pale eyes, still red-rimmed, searched his face.
"You make it sound so simple."
Adam's smile widened, just a fraction.
"It's not. But pretending it's impossible doesn't help either."
Lilith's crimson eyes glinted thoughtfully. She tilted her head, her silver hair catching the dim light.
"But wasn't Isolde also working for the Demon King at one point?"
Isolde's shoulders tensed. Her gaze dropped to the stone floor.
