Martha paused, and something like a real smile touched her lips. "Regardless, I felt it was better to have continued living that lie." Her head tilted slightly, violet-blue hair sliding across her shoulders. "It's far better than that truth."
Reinhard trembled as he gritted his teeth and looked down. But he had no words, and nothing he could say would matter now. Only a hint of disgust rose in him for himself, as he still liked Martha, and it disgusted him for destroying her like that.
Martha's smile widened, becoming almost fond despite everything. "I see... Even with everything, you could feel that way for me." A laugh escaped her. "How funny. But I am tired now. I just want everything to go."
Her hand moved beneath her black suit, and her fingers found something and pulled it out. A long black chain was lifted up, it was a necklace that she held with her blood-stained fingers.
