Cassian glared at Lilith in the silence of the park.
The red glow in his eyes trembled with anger and weariness.
The tragic story Lilith told, her family's suicide, the ostracism, the loneliness... Instead of creating a crumb of mercy in Cassian's heart, these had become the last drop overflowing his patience.
"What do I care about what you told?" asked Cassian, his voice icy.
"Do you expect me to feel sorry for you, to pat your head or comfort you or something? Are you looking for a shoulder to cry on?"
He crossed his arms over his chest, his lips curled with a disdainful expression.
"I thought you would give me useful information, tell me the secrets of the Gods, Yavres's weak point."
Cassian's red eyes shone. "I am not here to listen to your stupid, childish friendship story with a damn god or your traumas. My own traumas are enough for me."
Faced with this ruthless reaction from Cassian, Lilith let go of the swing's chains and slowly stood up.
