Solene's lips trembled for a moment before she finally whispered, "That … that's not enough."
Primrose let out a soft laugh, not because she wanted to mock Solene, but because she was mocking herself. "If we're looking for perfection, then nothing we do will ever be enough. Besides … don't humans also act like monsters sometimes?"
Her smile faded slightly. "You've heard what Dr. Silas and his rotten son did, haven't you? Tell me, what's the difference between people like them and the beast lying dead on that floor? Race has never decided whether someone has a kind heart … or a cruel one."
At the end of the day, anyone could become a monster if they chose to, and Primrose had never really seen herself as a saint either. Deep down, she believed she was a sinner, just like her husband.
"That's why, Lady Solene…" Primrose's smile brightened again, softer this time. "… you don't have to care about what others do to me. The only thing that matters is how you treat me."
