Third-person POV
After a few long seconds of silence, Vale finally spoke.
At first, it didn't sound like a clear answer. His lips parted slowly, his breathing uneven, like he was struggling to hold onto the moment long enough to say what he needed to say. His eyes, which had just softened when he looked at Electra, suddenly shifted, and something darker crept into them. It wasn't confusion anymore. It was fear, real, deep fear, the kind that didn't fade even after death.
"It was… the witch," he said suddenly, his voice rough, almost cracking as the words forced their way out. "The witch I married."
The room froze again.
For a second, no one reacted, like the words hadn't fully registered yet, but Vale didn't stop. If anything, he grew more frantic, his grip on Electra's hand tightening slightly as if he was afraid he would disappear before he could say everything.
