Aria's voice cut through the silence, trembling but firm. "The Gods are in the wrong, Azreal."
Azreal stood abruptly, his expression tightening. His voice sharpened as he snapped, "Stop it, Aria. You're letting what Sin told you crawl into your head. Can't you see?" His eyes searched hers, filled with frustration and disbelief. "When you came here, all you ever spoke about was the Gods—about going to heaven. So what happened now? Where did all that go? You're not thinking straight. Rest for now. You've only just recovered. We'll have this discussion later."
His words fell heavy in the room, and without waiting for her reply, he turned on his heel and walked out.
