Even after he heard his daughter speak in a cool, detached way, Octavious' face didn't change. He had long since expected such a reaction.
Everything became clear once the power he wielded was no longer with him.
When Melissa looked at him, he was able to tell just by looking at her expression what kinds of feelings were going through her mind at that very moment.
They were expressions he'd seen many times in his life. He wasn't unfamiliar with them.
"May I come in?"
He asked, looking around and frowning at the sight of the frozen girl in the distance. Why was she like that?
"Why do you have to come in?"
It appeared as though Melissa did not want him to enter, as she blocked his path. Octavious lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her.
She looked the same as 'she' did when 'she' was younger. Perhaps she was even more beautiful.
'Her angry look is also the same…'
