"The pain of seeing you alone made her cry everyday and night. And yet, you repaid us by spilling her blood on this floor."
Tears, shimmering like liquid silver glistened at the corners of her eyes as she knelt gracefully beside Elise's body, opposite Lucien. One luminous hand brushed a strand of hair from her daughter's face, and the room was filled with the faint, heartbreaking scent of night-blooming jasmine and rain.
Elise hair has grown just like in the past, but this time it was silver hair just like her mother's.
"You were given every chance," she whispered, voice breaking with maternal fury and sorrow. "Yet you chose blindness. You chose her..." Her gaze flicked contemptuously toward the frozen Gwen, who knelt still with eyes so wide at the direction the moon goddess just left.
"Over the truth howling in your chest. And for that, Lucien… the moon turns her face from you tonight."
