[Leif's POV—ThorenVald Estate—Continuation]
"So," he continued quietly, eyes searching mine with that calm, unrelenting precision that could peel anyone open, "did you ever save her desperately? Did you ever give her your light?"
His words hung in the air—heavy, too heavy—pressing against the walls until even the silence began to ache.
I didn't answer.
Because… I couldn't.
Because there was nothing to answer with. My mind was a blank page where a life should've been written.
"Leif?" Alvar's voice softened, but it still sounded like an interrogation I wasn't ready for.
I clenched my fist, nails biting into my palm, and looked away. "I… don't remember."
His brows furrowed. "You don't remember?" His tone sharpened—not angry yet, but teetering on the edge. "Leif, this isn't something you can forget. This is divine resonance. It means you—"
"I said… " I cut him off, sharper this time, "… I don't remember."
