Vicar looked at Willow with melancholy. It was almost like disappointment was seeping out in waves out of his eyes.
Like the hope in his heart on the verge of death had finally died.
His expression was unbearably cold, like emotion did not matter to him anymore.
"I thought that if nobody else, you would not be like them."
Vicar shook his head.
"But I was naive."
Willow grit her teeth.
"What? Like all the raven people? You think we don't deserve to live compared to you because of your white hair?"
Vicar narrowed his eyes.
"No. All of you. You are all the same. The only thing that distinguished you were appearances. In the end, all of your hearts are the same..."
He frowned.
"Disgusting."
Willow screamed.
"What do you know? You know nothing! All you've been doing is living in your privileged palace!"
Vicar raised an eyebrow.
