Chapter 302: The Right to Be Angry
Lyria's POV
Why was he behaving this way?
Why was he asking me this?
Though the punishments affected me, they did not affect him. They were inflicted upon my body, not his. So why was he still so angered? Why did he sound as though he carried some part of the burden himself?
"The p-punishments are f-for me t-to carry, not you," I told him honestly. "I f-fail to u-understand why you w-would be angry."
He was quiet after that.
The silence stretched between us, filled only by the sound of the wind passing through the trees and the soft lapping of the lake against the shore.
I watched him.
His jaw tightened.
His hand, which had moments ago rested so naturally at his side, slowly curled into a fist.
For a brief and rather alarming moment, I wondered if he felt the urge to strike something.
"We are friends now, are we not?" he asked at last.
I blinked at the sudden question.
"I w-would think so," I replied.
He nodded slowly.
