Siderius snapped her hand away. In the end, he still hated witches. No matter how good they were.
Jude, Caterina, Erin. All these supposedly good witches would soon give up to their desire. They weren't innocent either.
The horror that Caterina did was clear as day in Siderius' mind. He saw her memory. Her hands got innocent blood.
Siderius wasn't so innocent himself. But he never spilled blood without a reason. He only did so if it was necessary. That was always the way of a witch hunter.
Erin withdrew her hand and held them tightly to her chest. She cried a witch's tear. Dense black liquid. She was tainted by Chaos. By the Dark Aether.
Siderius sighed. His voice softened.
"Our path won't cross again, Erin. Forget me. We will never be as close as we once were.
Consider me as a memory."
Siderius stood up to leave.
"Wait. Even if we can't be friends anymore. We can be something else…"
"And what would that be?" Siderius said.
