"What is Ikaris to you, why are you so insistent on killing her, yet you have not tried doing it yourself after all this time watching her grow?" Umbra questioned her actions which contrasted her urgent words.
"Ikaris... is..." Giza contemplated telling the truth, and the man before her found distrust in her eyes when he attempted to read her. "She is the one who stole my greatest opportunity before I met you, he was mine, his darkness was mine, but the moment she gave him her soul, I lost him, I do not harbour hate for any individual, rather I am hate itself, but if there were to ever be a being who deserved my concentrated scorn it would be her; she stole what was mine."
"Hm..." Umbra turned to his task once more. "Is that the whole reason?"
"Do you doubt me, my King?"
