Cherion's eyes snapped open. The room was dark like usual, but instead of comforting, it just felt… off. Like it was closing in on him. The residual heat of that "ugly" smile was still burned into the back of Cherion's retinas. It was a jolt of clarity so violent it made his teeth ache.
The "fragile saint." The "Soft, harmless sweetheart." What a load of absolute garbage.
That "ugly" smile from the memory was the missing piece of a very shitty puzzle. It was the exact same vibe Philia had on the balcony, you know, the day the "fragile angel" tried to shove him into his next life.. Looking back, Philia hadn't looked horrified that he'd just attempted a little casual murder
And to think, he really had a moment where he went, "Yeah, this is probably because I came into this novel and didn't follow the script." Amazing.
