Behind that door, Caesar was doing something unexpected of him.
His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, exposing his veiny forearms. In his hand was a spatula he was using to stir the pot. A soup was boiling in front of him, something he had made in the short time he had entered the back kitchen.
The light made his skin glisten as he sweated in the face of the heat. But that didn't seem to bother him, as his eyes were focused on the meal he had made for Aurora.
That's right. He was making her food.
He had seen the video and couldn't shake the feeling of unease and annoyance. Seeing her drive herself to starvation and to a state of malnutrition without saying a word stoked a fire within him.
She should have told someone about her condition. Staying silent will only make her more pathetic. Anyone would be fine.
But he couldn't blame her.
Thinking of how Senda had acted during those few days he was with her, Caesar had a sudden urge to prolong Senda's stay in the Pit.
