Eva's voice trembled, and she could feel her heart pounding fiercely in her chest as she struggled to find the right words.
"Xylon, Xylon," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the tumultuous emotions.
"Just... I know it, I know that you hate me. You've said it multiple times, and I... I believe it too. I believe the fact that you hate me, I believe that I failed as a family member..." Her voice trailed off, choked by a surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling on top of them, her eyes filled with tears. She felt the weight of his disdain like a heavy burden on her shoulders, and yet she refused to let it crush her completely.
"But," she continued, her voice gaining a fraction of strength, "don't say a single thing about how I'm feeling." Her words wavered, the intensity of her emotions threatening to break through the fragile facade she had carefully constructed.
