Elsa's eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute… then the last time you went thorough controlled reincarnated, you also—?"
William nodded before she could finish. "Yes. That's why I did it."
Elsa crossed her arms, her tone clearly displeased. "Then why didn't you tell me? This is huge—and I didn't even know until now!"
William sighed. "Don't blame me for not telling you."
"I will blame you!" Elsa snapped. "You didn't tell me. If you had, maybe I could've helped."
Placing a hand on his temple, William said, "I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure. And I didn't want to give you false hope."
Elsa's expression darkened. "So you thought I couldn't handle it? That I'd break if it didn't turn out well? Am I that weak to you?"
"You know that's not why," he replied, trying to meet her gaze.
"That I do," she muttered, then shook her head. "Fine. Scrap that. Just tell me—when did you know it was true? When did you decide to go through with that controlled reincarnation?"
