The smack of Laharl's fist into the creature was lost in a haze of emotion.
Fake. A fake. It was never real. She had never been there.
He'd felt angry at first. Angry at being deceived, angry with himself for believing so easily, just angry that it hadn't been her, and sad too. But now he almost felt... blank, unsure, unexplainable. Just hurt?
Vyers snapped back to attention at Laharl's voice, watching him in silence. Of course... Of course Laharl would be hurting worse. Vyers had been close to seeing her again, but his son...
And yet that somehow didn't make him feel much better.
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Fake. A fake. It was never real. She had never been there.
He'd felt angry at first. Angry at being deceived, angry with himself for believing so easily, just angry that it hadn't been her, and sad too. But now he almost felt... blank, unsure, unexplainable. Just hurt?
Vyers snapped back to attention at Laharl's voice, watching him in silence. Of course... Of course Laharl would be hurting worse. Vyers had been close to seeing her again, but his son...
And yet that somehow didn't make him feel much better.
"Laharl..." he whispered.