"I'm not a part of Averon's circle. You can be at ease."
The young woman behind the door didn't answer, but her hand still gripped the sharpened wooden fork tightly, as if she refused to let go.
To be honest, Primrose could tell what she was thinking. The girl didn't care about her future anymore, she just wanted to hurt Averon. Instead of fighting to survive, she wanted everything to end right away.
That kind of act was not something to be imitated and not a choice anyone should make, but Primrose couldn't help but understand her situation.
She had seen this kind of suicidal behavior in Hazelle, in the children who had been trapped under Count Veloria's sugar factory, and even in… herself.
Primrose hated to admit it, but there was a time when she saw Edmund as her worst nightmare. Back then, she had thoughts like that too, the kind of dangerous thoughts she never spoke out loud.
She didn't try to die, but she also didn't try very hard to live.
