"...Frey." Isolde slowly stretched her hand towards him but Godfrey took a step back. His eyes moistened. It hurt, deep within him, that in the end he was the cause of Isolde's death, his mother's hectic life.
It hurt that even after everything he was no different from a rat running within an enclosed box.
The words that kept popping into his head had Cain's voice. Those words shaped him, the little he knew was what Gabriel told him.
And now that same man was Cain. He didn't want to believe him anymore but it seemed the only little knowledge within him was given by Gabriel.
Godfrey yelled at himself within. Stop believing what he said! Was Cain truly after the Golden Order Knights? Or was it another lie? Another manipulation?
"Frey, we might actually have a—!" Isolde couldn't finish her words as Godfrey exchanged himself with a Golden Order knight.
Isolde bit her lower lip and bolted out the door but no one was on the street. She understood how he felt.
