Aiwass keenly sensed that Lily had fallen into a state of grief and sorrow.
Her soul was in agony, as though pricked and scorched by needles and flames.
Yet at the same time, Lily did not cry, nor did she seem about to. Instead, her lips slightly curved upwards, as if she wanted to smile, but the smile was terribly ugly.
"What's wrong?"
Aiwass asked in a concerned low voice.
Lily shook her head slightly, without speaking.
She appeared very tired, to the point of having no energy even for talking. Her whole being was pervaded by a sense of decay and loss of spirit, empty and drifting, like a homeless little ghost.
"—Who is Antlers?"
Aiwass quickly realized that the issue was about Antlers.
Lily was silent for a while, then answered softly, "Minister Drost."
She did not refer to him in the emotionally complex way she used to, with phrases like "that man" or "my biological father." Instead, she called him by name with an icy coldness...
"—Then tell me about it."
