In the Vile Valley.
Laurel stood by the door, hesitating for a couple of minutes before finally deciding to step inside. The door chimed as it slid open.
In the center of the room, Susanne's brother sat with his hands cuffed together with a table in front of him.
Laurel Swallowed, before walking to sit in front of him. "I'm so sorry for your loss… Mr. Stefan." She said, meeting his gaze.
Stefan's eyes had swollen from crying all this while. His expression was filled with pain, but underneath it was an accusing gaze.
"What do you want me to say, Commander?" He said in a mocking tone. "It's okay, your grace is immeasurable?" He added.
Laurel let out a deep sigh. "I just wanted to make sure you are alright." Having an unstable awakened was the last trouble on her list.
"Alright? How could I be alright when I watched you chop off my sister's head?" His voice rose higher, and his fists clenched tightly.
