What do you know ? (2)

Luca's words hung in the air like the crackling embers of the fire, their weight pressing into Aeliana's chest. The quiet, contemplative way he spoke—like he had the answers, like he understood something profound—gnawed at her in a way she couldn't describe.

She stared at the flames, her jaw tightening as her thoughts churned. Fair to myself? Deserve to live? The questions dug at her, pulling at the carefully constructed walls she had built around her mind.

But with every word he had spoken, irritation bubbled up alongside the unease.

What does he even know?

Her grip on the mug tightened, her knuckles whitening. She shot a glare at him, her anger simmering just below the surface. Luca sat there, so composed, so unbothered, as if he held some kind of higher understanding.

It grated on her.

Finally, the frustration broke through.