Mr. Crow tightened his claws slightly on her shoulder, gripping her coat.
He disagreed silently. From a third-person view, Lana's life was not simply tragic... it was brutal.
She had struggled endlessly, fought schemes, clawed for survival, and clung desperately to her dignity.
There were times when her efforts looked almost pathetic... pathetic in a way that made the observer feel an ache in their chest.
But at the same time, he felt that she carried numerous problems... anxiety that gnawed at her in quiet moments, a body that was sometimes too weak for the burdens she placed on it, and a relentless yearning for power while desperately trying not to let anyone see her vulnerabilities.
This mixture of fragility and fierce determination was something Mr. Crow had rarely witnessed in anyone.
And to say he admired Lana would not be a lie.
If anything, he only wished she could surround herself with better people.
