The demons of the past belonged to the past, Desmond had finally managed to bury this pain and the stigma that he had on himself. However, the truth remained the same, Desmond was not a saint or a hero or anything like that, the only difference was that now he could live with it.
At first, it was just Estella, who looked at Desmond with eyes full of adoration, that little maiden of marble and metal had gotten her spark of life from Harmony and looked at Desmond as her creator, so it was understandable.
Revna and the girls in Garden were a different case altogether. Desmond pulled them out of the darkest depths of despair, but it was always with a price, a condition in mind.
The necklace that the girls wore was more than a decoration, strictly speaking, that necklace turned the Garden girls into Desmond's slaves, that was why he was unable to understand the smile that Tania was giving him.
