"The things I gave you before," Damien said quietly, "were meant only as a warning. As for why I warned you… that's something I can't tell you. Not yet. As for my other identity—you won't understand it now. But one day, you will."
His words were like riddles, frustratingly vague, every sentence wrapped in layers of mystery.
Sophia frowned. "There's a saying—'When you escort the Buddha, you carry him all the way to the temple.' You've already said this much. Shouldn't you just tell me the rest?"
"This," Damien replied calmly, "is like a game. Every game has its own rules—a beginning, and an end. Whether you win or lose, or what you gain along the way, depends entirely on the one who created it."
