Under the projector, Sophia Milford... AKA "me" stood, well and alive.
She flashed us a smile and opened her mouth.
"Damien... will you marry me?"
I glanced at Damien. He was influenced as well and started making his way forward.
Afraid that he'd also be affected, I held onto Dexter anxiously.
Thankfully, he was immune.
He held me in his arms and whispered, "It must be a fake if the first person you call out to is Damien. If it were actually you, you'd definitely call out my name first."
I leaned against his shoulder in resignation. "How could you be jealous at a time like this?"
"Violette..."
Zion pulled her back, but she was adamant about moving forward.
She walked toward the hologram and reached out to touch "Sophia".
"I'm sorry, Sophia," she choked out the words. "I should've brought you away sooner."
The floor abruptly opened up again with a loud snap. Violette fell down as well.
