Kyrie glances over to Cynthia, who smiles back at him, and his eyes return to Sil.
"Kyrie… You should have just accepted my offer when I was still nice…"
Cynthia stabs her sword into Ian's flesh, and she begins to feel from her sword the trembling from Ian's body on her hands. Yet, she cannot hear a single scream of pain. She twists her sword, trying to make it more painful from the stab, but Ian stubbornly does not let his voice out.
Kyrie cannot withhold the despair in his eyes as he watches Ian bite his lips, holding his voice from coming out.
[I have led him to this…]
Sil frowns, looking at Kyrie's expression. His mouth starts to taste like blood from sinking his teeth into the wall of his mouth.
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"You gave me no choice…" Sil cups Kyrie's face, but Kyrie jerks his face away from Sil's hand.
"Is forgiveness what you wish for? I have forgiven you long ago!"
