"A person with no heart. Surely, they wouldn't be considered alive. And they won't be human either," Regina added, almost casually—like she was discussing the weather.
"No... I—I don't—"
Nadia's voice fractured like glass. Her legs felt like jelly, her chest tightening with a pressure she couldn't name.
It wasn't just the words that struck her—it was the way Helen looked at her or how she looked in general. Like a puppet.
Hollow. Empty.
It's like deja vu with Noah all over again.
She felt shivers as soon as the thought sinks in and she didn't want to believe it.
In that moment, her whole world fell apart.
Seeing her reaction, Regina couldn't help but feel delighted. Her lips curled as she stepped forward, her boots echoing with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Ahh… I really like this look on you," she whispered. "It reminds me so much of her."
