CHAPTER LXVII: Sentiments
The stillness of the night weighed heavily within the room, the city’s soft glow barely illuminating its edges. Noumenon stood by the window, her face half-lit by the shimmering city lights, her expression troubled yet determined. Aeon entered briskly, his jaw set as he processed the unease swirling in the air between them. “You don’t really believe this, do you?” Aeon asked abruptly, his voice clipped. It carried a weight that seemed to reverberate off the walls. She turned to face him, her brows furrowed. “Believe what?” “This notion,” he said, his frustration barely contained. “That you can—should—end his life. Your father, the vice mayor, as much of a monster as he is, doesn’t justify you becoming one yourself.” Her expression hardened as her voice remained steady. “He killed my
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