"I am not.. NO matter which version of the story you choose to believe."
"Though I would love… for all of you to understand something clearly," Razeal's voice cut through the silence, low at first, but carrying a sharp, freezing edge that seemed to settle over everyone like frost, "That.. This is none of your business," he continued, his crimson eyes moving from one face to another Sofia, Maria, Levy, Aurora, Yograj each glance deliberate, each one colder than the last.
"So stop trying… to look at me like that," his tone hardened further, "those pity-filled… sorry-filled eyes," he said with faint disgust curling at the edge of his expression, "I am not someone who should be looked at with such low… insignificant emotions," and then, quieter, but somehow heavier, "it disgusts me," and the final word didn't need to be loud it landed with enough force to make the air itself feel tense.
