"And here we are, back in the moment our fight began," after seeing all of Haruki's core memories play out one after the other, Rose stood unmoving with her nails digging into her sides. "You may not like what I've done, but I have no plans on stopping until I avenge my past."
To her, he was no tyrant, neither was he the saint she'd taken Snow to have been. Instead, watching him be executed for crimes he'd never committed squeezed her heart of all the malice she harbored towards him.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Biting down on her lips, she was in the same dubious situation as Haruki once was. "Why would I trust a demon who has done nothing but lie to me so far?"
Knowing full well that convincing her would be no easy task, Haruki snapped his fingers and put them into the seats of a dining table in the abyss. Laid in front of them on a white cloth were two steaming cups of tea and a plate of jellied biscuits.
