Break The Priest's heart
He didn't flinch or retaliate; he simply absorbed the violence, and that look—that horrifying pity—was worse than any blow he could have returned.
“You’re pathetic,” he whispered, his voice cracking, tasting like pure disappointment. “Living a half-life, trapped by ghosts, pushing away every person who gives a damn about you, just to maintain a lie. You think I care about your heart, Chant? I care about the truth. Travis deserves the truth.”
I felt a cold surge of pure, primal fear. He was no longer trying to charm me; he was attacking my deepest, most carefully built fortress.
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