...At least, that's what Layla thought.
If she only knew what was running through Dunya's mind right now, maybe... just maybe... she would've thought twice.
Maybe she wouldn't have made such a final choice.
But she didn't know.
And so, Layla just sat there.
Quiet. Broken. Already halfway gone.
Now, unsurprisingly, Roya didn't react. Like, at all.
Not a flinch, not a blink, not even a sigh.
That girl was... well, boring in that sense.
Cold as ice. Didn't matter if someone died, cried, or saved the whole damn world—she'd still just stand there with that same deadpan stare, acting like the only emotion she was ever taught was hate, and maybe mild annoyance.
But the "hero?" Yeah, he was way more interesting to watch right now.
Whatever cocky little victory mood he'd been riding?
Gone. Vanished. Poof.
It was like someone had yanked the crown off his head and slapped him with reality.
He wasn't frozen like Safira and Duban or falling apart like Layla, but he came real close.
