"Dad must love Mother a lot..."
Selene muttered words as the rain started to fade, watching as Vladimir stood over the ash and blackened blood staining the ground where Selena's face had appeared moments before.
Vladimir didn't react to her comment; he stood watching the clone's charred remains with a solemn expression.
'Even if a fake, you still resembled my wife, and so I cannot help but hope you find peace and happiness in the next life.'
His violet flames slowly withdrew into his body, leaving steam seeping from the wounds across his shoulder and side. His torn coat danced in the wind as his eyes remained fixed on the place where the clone had collapsed.
After a momentary pause, he turned back to his daughter.
She almost felt as if he'd aged slightly.
His eyes became deeper, and the faint smile faded from his lips, replaced by a stone-faced expression.
"Of course I do, Selene."
Then he exhaled and turned away.
