"I sacrificed myself because I wanted my daughter to live a peaceful life.
I even postponed avenging my dead wives for her sake.
I did everything I could just to make sure my daughter lived well.
Don't even try and compare it with your readiness to give away your life to spare your wives,
That is plain cowardice."
Azriel spat as he stared at Nux with a vicious look on his face.
This was the first time he and Nux were having a one-on-one conversation. A conversation where Azriel's words weren't influenced because of his daughter's presence.
"…"
Nux was silent.
This was the first time he was hearing Azriel's side of the story.
It wasn't just about his wives' death, Azriel never 'broke apart', no, more precisely, he couldn't break apart,
His little girl was still in this world.
And for that little child, even if he had to live a life without his wives, even if he had to forget his revenge, even if… he had to live as if he was an undead,
He would do it.
