She didn't bother circling around the issue.
She knew herself well enough to understand that if she delayed, her resolve might waver.
"I am okay if Neo…" Elizabeth began.
She paused, pressing her lips together.
For a brief moment, her pride resisted.
It screamed at her to stop, to take the words back, to say anything else.
But she pushed through it.
"If Neo is with both of us."
Morrigan froze.
For a few seconds, she didn't even blink. The teacup in her hand remained suspended in the air, forgotten.
Witches were possessive by nature.
Morrigan was no exception.
The instinct to claim, to hold tightly, was etched into her existence.
And yet, she had lived long enough to understand what Neo had endured.
He had suffered for thousands of years.
He had used the Talent Transfer Technique to help her, paying a price far beyond imagination.
He had sacrificed again and again, quietly, without ever asking for recognition.
He did all for her.
