The Lame Crown sees the anger in your eyes and, with a perverse smile, begins to reveal an even darker truth. He leans forward, as if taking pleasure in the anguish taking hold of you, and says, with a nearly satisfied tone:
"Ah, you still don't understand what happened, do you? It's not just a matter of a virus or memory. You think her transformation was something simple?" He lets out a sadistic chuckle.
"No, my friend. She was chosen. Transformed. She became a spy, an infiltrator, but in a way you can't imagine. The touch of her lips... the lightness of her kisses... it wasn't just for pleasure, for affection."
He pauses, observing the effect of his words. He sees the revolt growing within you and, with it, feels more powerful.
"Every touch, every caress, wasn't just a way to seduce. She was programmed, forced to get close to the enemies, touch their lips, seduce... all to extract the most vital information from them. And do you know the worst part? She had a choice. She could have refused, but she couldn't resist; it was as if she was born for it. Her mission was clear: to obtain secrets without the enemies even knowing."
He lets out a low laugh, almost as if delirious with your suffering as you hear this.
"Imagine what it's like to see the one you love using her body, her lips, as a weapon. At any moment, she could approach a man, make him feel loved, and then... plim... the secret, the crucial information, extracted without him knowing. She always had control over it; she was made for it."
The Lame Crown observes the pain and fury on the face of my beloved with macabre satisfaction, knowing that these revelations are destroying him from within, another piece in the game he is orchestrating.
"And that's why she became what she is. She's not the woman you knew. Perhaps, just perhaps, she didn't choose this, but she surrendered her control into our hands, and we created every possible scenario for the extractions that followed. Almost like a necessary evil, to shape her primal instincts while we obviously benefited from it all. Like a perfect symbiosis between prey and predator, where the predator merely plays with the prey until it tires of it... Do I need to finish the sentence?"
At this moment, the anger of my beloved is palpable, as if the anger could break the chains binding him, causing him to lunge at the Lame Crow and put an end to it all.
Amidst the chaos, I reflect on forgiveness... It's a complex matter. Depending on how one processes the pain of such a strong revelation and the depth of their love, they might attempt to forgive, but the weight of this betrayal—even if I had no choice in the matter—is something that will hardly be forgotten, at least not without a great effort. My beloved will have to struggle with anger, jealousy, and pain. It might be that, at some point, he can forgive me, but it will be a long process, perhaps even destructive to himself.
If I were him, my emotions would likely take over, making immediate forgiveness difficult. It's something so profound, a conflict between love and pain, that it's hard to handle. I, too, would need time to process all of this, to understand and find a way to move forward.
"Miserable Lame Crow, do you have any proof that my wife did these horrible things you're talking about?"
The Lame Raven smiles sadistically, his eyes filled with contempt. He activates a device, and images begin to appear on the wall, projecting scenes you never imagined. The room's light flickers with the projection.
"Proof? You want proof?" He pauses, laughing with scorn, before continuing.
"Here is your sweet, innocent companion, giving herself over to things she could never have imagined. But, of course, she wasn't an ordinary woman... she was an agent. Or rather, a tool of our project. Watch this."
He presses a control, and a series of videos start playing.
The first shows you in a dark room, and Luna, with a calm expression, approaching another man. Her lips touch his.
The Lame Crow watches with a sadistic smile and comments in a mocking tone:
"See? Your little woman, so pure in your eyes, doing what she was trained to do."
He presses the control again, and another scene appears: Luna, in a vulnerable position, touching a man's shoulders while whispering something in his ear. He seems captivated, completely immersed in the interaction.
"You see, to collect information, she didn't need to do more than that. Just a kiss. A touch. A caress."
The scenes unfold, each more devastating than the last. Every image is like a punch to the gut, and the Lame Crow enjoys your suffering more with each one. He watches you twist in rage and pain, satisfied with your emotional torture.
"Do you see, my dear? Every kiss from her wasn't a display of affection. It was manipulation. She was feeding the mission. And you were completely blind, believing she was yours, while she did the dirty work without hesitation."
The Lame Crow laughs, then pauses.
"Now, how will you feel? How will you look at her, knowing this was her true purpose?"
He stares at my beloved, awaiting his reaction, as the sounds of the videos echo in the room.