Evangeline's expression softened as she turned to him, her voice steady but heavy with the weight of what she was about to reveal.
"What Lady Vanitas told you is true, Kafka. She abandoned you. She felt relief when she cast you down to the mortal world...I saw it in her eyes, the way she stood there, unburdened, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders."
"Yeah, I got that part already." Kafka let out a bitter chuckle, wiping at his still-damp cheeks. "Why do you have to repeat it? Trying to make me feel even worse than I already do?"
"No, Kafka, it's not like that." Evangeline shook her head, her eyes gentle but firm. "I'm saying it because you need to understand the context, as what she told you is true—but it's not the whole story."
"The most vital part, what happened after she abandoned you, is what she's refusing to share."
Kafka gulped, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at Vanitas, who was now staring at the ground, her face pale and her hands trembling.
