Warlock Ch 401. I Was Never Evil
The silence between them held weight—not the kind born from threat or tension, but something messier. Uneven. She looked at him like a puzzle that had suddenly revealed more pieces than she expected. Damian could feel it, the way her gaze lingered too long, too softly, and not quite where it should've.
It wasn't just judgment this time.
No. It was something else entirely.
"I see… so you admit it then," she said after a beat. "You were evil once."
Damian scoffed, running a hand through his still-damp hair. "No," he muttered. "I was never evil."
He didn't raise his voice. Didn't snap. He didn't need to.
"I made decisions people didn't agree with. I challenged systems they were too scared to question. And yeah… I broke rules that weren't designed to protect anyone but themselves."
He looked her in the eye. "That's not evil. That's surviving."
She tilted her head slightly. Still listening. Still watching. Not interrupting.
