I thought of the dukes and stifled back tears. I didn't deserve to cry about it when I was part of the reason they were dead. In the past year, I had tried to distance myself from them so I wouldn't care about them and what they went through. I could focus on Viktor and doing what he wanted. Distancing myself helped when it came to torturing them. I thought of what they went through, especially Griffith. I was merciless and cruel.
It felt strange I was fine with Viktor doing whatever he wanted to anyone else as long as I got what I wanted. I had convinced myself I would be numb to their suffering. That I wouldn't care. But was that true?
"How can I help them if I can't convince them to trust me?" I asked the priest. Wondering how I would approach the dukes if the priest was only able to reverse time by a few months.
