Distress? No.I told it: "I don't grieve over people who aren't worth it."I just felt a little like hitting someone.Sofia rose from the sofa.She took two steps toward me, and suddenly her eyes went red, her voice soft and light, pitched just loud enough to carry across the entire hall:"Sister, don't look at me like that... No, never mind. Hate me if you want. It's my fault for coming back alive, for making you give back the fifteen years you enjoyed for free."She threw herself into the arms of the just-arrived Dante, shoulders trembling:"Brother, she must be thinking—how much better it would have been if I'd just died out there fifteen years ago."Dante only caught the last few sentences, and immediately ordered me:"Elena, apologize to Sofia!"I slapped her across the face."Ah!"She shrieked, collapsing sideways against Dante, her hair clip flying off.I withdrew my hand at my leisure.The next second, someone seized my wrist, the world spun, and I was slammed onto the floor.L
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