Darilus’s POV
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Her tears fall down to her cheek, and I freeze. I don’t think I’m even breathing. The White Witch is crying in front of me.
That splitting headache returns to my head as a memory passes through without warning. I see her crying face. But in my memory, I remember feeling that I felt honored she would be comfortable enough to cry in front of me. And that I promised to always wipe her tears, to never let her cry alone again.
I grit my teeth, trying to disperse the memory forming in my mind. No way that was a genuine memory. That must be something she inserted into my mind.
I expect her to fight back. Maybe spit on me or give me her powerful gaze. But she closes her eyes as if telling me without words that she has given up.
Then I hear her in my head:
‘So be it! Kill
