After a moment that felt like forever, Cyrus finally spoke in a low voice, "I want to leave."
Roxanna fell silent for a moment. Her pink eyes met his amber ones. He looked so fragile, filled with wounds from the past. Unlike Calen, who became more violent when facing his trauma, Cyrus grew quiet and distant, almost lifeless, as if all the energy in his body had been drained away.
"I'm sorry," Roxanna said softly. "But I can't let you go, Cyrus. Didn't I tell you yesterday? I said I wouldn't let you leave."
Cyrus slowly turned his face away, avoiding her eyes. "Really?" he muttered. "I don't remember."
[He doesn't remember?] Roxanna thought. [I don't think Cyrus would forget something I just said yesterday.]
Even Azul, who had a terrible memory, had never forgotten her words.
[His mind might be in chaos right now, Host, because he's remembering all the painful parts of his past in such a short time,] the system said.
