This was a little different from what he remembered, but Damon felt a burst of emotions.
"...You... you... you spoke..."
Damon felt a small sense of joy for the first time in quite a while. In his darkest hour, hearing Matia's voice made him hopeful. She had saved him once more.
He felt reinvigorated.
Lazarak merely watched the proceedings without saying anything.
Matia didn't speak further. Her expression didn't seem to change. She wasn't the same girl he had envisioned.
Damon remembered the trembling girl who was more afraid than anyone, yet brave enough to fight despite her fears.
The girl who fought so she could be herself was the one who was lost.
She was the one who became a shadow.
"I... I... You seem... different. You don't seem much different from when you were a shadow..."
He muttered those words as if something was wrong with them.
Matia's expression was taciturn.
"I am not different…. I am a shadow."
