The voice that had broken the suffocating tension lingered in the air for a moment, and for a brief second Cain thought it had come from someone else, someone outside, someone distant enough to pull them away from whatever invisible clash had just taken place.
But then he looked again.
And his thoughts paused.
Pam.
It was her.
She was the one who spoke.
The realization came with a strange mix of surprise and something far lighter, something almost relieving in a way he did not expect. Out of everything that had happened in the last few moments, from the overwhelming closeness of the three sisters to the invisible pressure that had filled the room, seeing a familiar figure from his past life grounded him, if only slightly.
"…Pam…"
The name formed quietly in his mind, and for a brief moment, his expression softened.
He was surprised.
But he was also… glad.
At least, glad enough to feel a sense of normalcy returning, even if it was only an illusion.
Meanwhile—
