Racheal's eyes still burned with fury, the need to do more clawing at her like an itch under her skin.
The memory of the laughter, the streets full of cowards who had celebrated her pain, made her fists clench. She wanted to burn it all, to leave behind nothing but ashes.
But then she looked at her brother lying unconscious, bandaged and barely breathing—and she forced herself to breathe.
There was nothing more she could do here.
"I'll… I'll sleep beside Rin tonight. Thank you, Kyle. For everything you've done for us.
She murmured, her voice tired.
Kyle simply walked over and placed a hand gently on her head.
"You're strong, Racheal. Holding on to your sanity after something like this… most would have already fallen apart."
The warmth of his palm shocked her more than the words did. Her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks flushed red.
"I-I'm not strong. Anyone in my place would've done the same."