He gritted his teeth and whispered with raw conviction.
"Let's fucking do it."
…!
And then, more firmly.
"Do it. Forge the identity. Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil. Even if I have to smile and shake hands with the same people who covered everything up… I will gain enough power to one day look them in the eyes and rip their bodies apart. To bathe in their blood if I have to. Whatever gives me the strength to avenge her…to at least get her body back, I'll do it!"
He meant it.
With every ounce of conviction in his soul, he would do whatever it took.
Whatever it took to be able to stand before one of the most powerful Guardians in Ebonreach Metropolis and not flinch.
On the other side of the line, he heard frantic typing as Anastasia moved fast.
