Given the hours to process what she had just been enlightened with, Syn still wouldn't be able to acknowledge the actuality of it. If she could exercise willful ignorance at that moment, she would have done so. However, her young mind was already in a turmoil that she couldn't possibly have control over.
She knew too much for it to be a poor attempt to humour her.
She knew too much that somehow, her mind had anticipated this very result unconsciously.
No words would be enough to describe the intensity of the blow that this situation had dealt in her composure.
The pain ceaselessly clawed at her heart as it hampered her breathing. It was merciless.
"Come on now. We need to talk, Miss Syn Rosenfeldt. You don't want your brothers to know the details, right?" Rolo asked the lady, ignoring the remorse that he felt for delivering such a piece of news.
He was no more than an employee. He didn't hold the decisions but deliver them.