So, in the end, that light had turned out to be something imaginary—perhaps something like an ideal. Uriel honestly felt disappointed, because that light had been described as something so mystical that he had truly expected it to be something like a weapon. Still, in a way, it made sense.
"Well, what will you do when you find that light you keep talking about?"
"I'm going to take revenge."
The vibrations carried restrained anger. Soliel was angry—that much he was certain of.
"Does it bother you to see your people die?"
"Of course it bothers me. In the end, the only reason I began this journey is because of them."
Oh, so it wasn't that she was indifferent to their deaths. That was good. Maybe the time he had spent alone had affected him mentally, but he still preferred people who weren't psychopaths.
"Enough talking. Let's rest for a while. The path ahead is still long."
