Cassian's smile faltered instantly. He lifted a hand to his cheek, eyes suddenly hollow.
"Is it… that bad?"
Kyle's irritation flared. Why did people like Azazeal—and now Cassian—turn their pain inward, choosing to destroy themselves instead of the ones who betrayed them?
He had suffered too, yet his smile always managed to return—because deep down, he knew there were still numerous people who would come for him if he ever needed help. Family, friends, and a beautiful wife.
Azazeal and Cassian had no one, and it showed. They were hollow—empty shells chasing the grave, hoping to die alongside the ones who broke their trust into pieces.
"It's worse than bad."
Kyle said with a cold look.
"It's unbearable."
Cassian blinked, a flicker of realization passing through his tired eyes.
"Really? I see... I'll try not to smile, then."