"You're off to a rocky start this year, Amael," Christina chided, her expression a little angry.
I let out a sigh at her words.
I had indeed been disrespectful.
"I'm sorry. I'm just... cautious and protective of you," I admitted as the elevator ascended to the upper floors.
Elona's loss still haunted my thoughts. Her final words and the look in her eyes were seared into my memories. I couldn't bear to lose another sister.
Christina was an unknown factor in my calculations, given that the game had originally portrayed her as deceased. That uncertainty about her future weighed heavily on me. I didn't have the luxury of knowing how things would turn out for her.
As these thoughts swirled in my mind, Christina hugged me from behind, resting her head on my shoulder. "Connor protected me without telling me anything, and you're doing it without even hiding it." She smiled softly and playfully ruffled my hair. "Thank you, little brother."
