Anna looked at the small vial in the table. It was dark, opaquely black. She took a glance at Isagani who was still smiling while looking at his creation. Her danger-sensing instincts kicked as she stared at the medication. It looked more than poison, rather than a cure. Or maybe that was how the cure went.
Poison. Death. Cured.
It was an oversimplification of Anna's understanding about the concocted potion. She was still staring at it, expecting something might surface on the vial or might react to it now that it has been expose in the open air.
"What?!" Isagani raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you happy about the cure? I thought you wanted it badly?" He mockingly asked.
"W-well… yes… I do… it's just that." She was hesitant whether to feel ecstatic about it or to be afraid.