A hero in some eyes, a cruel villain in another's perspective.

"No one… will touch my land. Not under my watch."

With that being said, Heliot sauntered off without another word. As he left, Florence's grip on the quilt trembled as tears rolled down her cheek. This time, her tears weren't from fear or confusion, but because of anger and disappointment. 

That was the Heliot Von Stein she knew. 

If this was before, Florence would rather feel assured. After all, Heliot was a man of his words. Once Heliot gave his word, he would do it no matter what. But time reversed and there were certain things that left a crack in Florence's trust towards Heliot. 

"You… changed back then, brother," she whispered after some time, eyes still fixed on the shut door where Heliot left. "How did I not notice that?"