After a long, agonizing moment, it was Silas who broke the silence, his voice raw with a deep, personal hurt. "I'm sorry, Clara," he whispered, the words heavy with genuine remorse for having caused her pain, even unintentionally. "We won't hurt you." He didn't move from his spot on the bed, but his voice was a steady, grounding presence. "We'll be right here, and we won't be leaving if you need anything."
He paused, his gaze fixed on her trembling form, then, with a profound tenderness that belied the harshness of their recent actions, he added, "We love you."
Then, with a shared, unspoken understanding that she needed space, not pressure, they began to withdraw. Silas slowly rose from the bed. Dante gave one last, lingering look, his expression unreadable but intensely sorrowful. Kai,
