As Luciel took on the form of Conrad's mother, Jinah, he was taken aback. The last time he saw her, she was in a burning house, and her expression was one of dread and fear, but now, she stood before him, tilting her head and smiling softly.
"Mom..?"
She took a couple of steps closer to him, passing over the bloody puddle of Klein and the severed head of Meliora as though they were nothing more than scattered leaves.
"This is the face your heart longs for the most, right? To see her smile, hear her voice, touch her skin, and feel her warmth. The woman who held you close, your greatest desire—"
"Stop! That's enough!"
Connie shouted, his chest was tightening. His mind screamed at him to move, to act, do something to get away, but his body betrayed him, he couldn't move. Mel, Klein, and Zora all died trying to protect him, and yet…
_This isn't her. It can't be her_
