"Ymir, what the hell is going on?" She asked, more softly. "Talk to me."
Ymir's eyes moved from the rabbit and looked at her for a while. He didn't say anything, just admired her for the last moments he'll ever see her.
"Doesn't seem like an illusion," he murmured, and traced his thumb on her cheeks.
"What…?" She was taken aback by what he said.
"You know…there are countless ways to kill a man," he said. He still didn't believe that it was reality.
"Making him relive his past is the worst of them all," he continued.
"What are you tryi-"
"Shh!" He placed his thumb on her lips. "Quiet."
"I am neither a man of epiphany nor can I claim to be a Prince in the exact Machiavellian sense."
"But I am willing to be hated for a greater stability that I could've provided you, and that was the reason I chose an option which was the lesser evil. One that wouldn't affect your career, your life, and reputation," he said, inhaling slowly.
