Left in the still darkness, Damia pondered over the shocking scenes she had seen. And fell into a very complicated sentiment.
The Akkard she knew was always a glamorous and arrogant man. So Damia had assumed in her heart that he must have grown up as a very precious, young tyrant that could have anything by simply pointing his finger at it.
Therefore, knowing his dark past, which she could not have imagined, was very uncomfortable.
âWhat are you thinking about?â
At Siennaâs question, who was watching from the side, Damia sighed deeply. And she asked frankly.
âThis isnât just a dream, is it?â
Sienna didnât answer. But the smile on her lips grew a little thicker. Seeing this, Damia asked another question,
âI donât understand. Why did you show me this?â
She answered her question after thinking for a moment.
âI just wanted to let you know.â
âWhat?â
âWhy is he callous to pain? Why did he ever become a human who only knows himself?â
As Damia thought, Akkard lived comfortably and knew nothing but himself. But, on the contrary, it was close to that because he suffered too much.
Akkardâs pain receptors were utterly paralyzed and numbed. He did not love anyone; he thought only of his own comfort and pleasure.
âBecause there is no pain anymore. Because he canât feel the hurt. He choose only to do things that are so reckless and selfish,â
Sienna explained with a small sigh. Just because he wasnât injured didnât mean others were like that. Indeed, he was a foolish little brother.
Akkard was now a big and strong adult man. The looming shadow of his cruel father could no longer threaten him.
But somewhere in the corner of his heart and in the back of his mind, there was still a little boy. The soul tied to the whipping and suffering from that time had not yet fully grown.
So there was no way Akkard could love anyone. So far from embracing a person, his heart, paralyzed for too long, was on the verge of rotting due to the lack of blood.
âBut then you showed up, Damia Primula.â
Siennaâs bloodless fingers pointed straight at Damia. Startled by this, she shook her head and replied:
âBut I donât love him. We have no relationship, and have nothing to do with each other.â
âI know.â
âBut then why me? Why did you show me these things?â
Damia asked calmly. In case Sienna planned on asking her to forgive him or accept him because he had a painful past.
Of course, she had no idea that Akkardâs past was so terrible. It was truly unfortunate.
While Akkard had been whipped over the years, no one had saved him. Because of that, he grew up to be a man who only knew himself.
âBut because of that doesnât mean I should indulge him,â
Damia thought firmly. She was not the one who whipped him and stood by. Therefore, out of his numerous miseries, there were no grievances she was responsible for or had to be accountable for.
So Akkard Valerian had no excuse for treating her like that.
âDonât be too wary. Iâm not asking you to love him.â
Sienna shook her head and said something unexpected to her with a bitter smile.
âAll I want is⊠⊠you pretending you donât see him.â
âWhat?â
âI meant literally what I said. Even if he wanders around you pathetically, just pretend you donât knowâignore him.â
Damia was silent at the words that didnât make sense. Seeing this, Sienna laughed with a sigh.
âI know. Even that is my unreasonable greed. Now you donât want to even look at him.â
â⊠⊠I donât quite understand,â
Damia asked, rubbing her stinging temple with her hand.
âWhat do you mean, pretend you donât see him? What does that mean?â
âMeaning? Yes, there is.â
Sienna came closer, took her hand, and gently stroked her hair. Then, miraculously, the headache that was bothering Damia disappeared.
âYou make the childâs dead heart leap, and you bring back the pain that was once numbed,â
Sienna said in a relaxed tone as if she were singing a song.
âYou are enough, Damia. Just your existence itself is valuable.â
You make Akkard a better person just by being alive, Sienna whispered, donning a very older sisterâs countenance.
âI knew he was going awry, but I just let go of him and watched. Because heâs been so miserably wounded so far. I didnât want to hurt him anymore or it to get any worse.â
But one couldnât become an adult without growing pains. Unlike the body that already knew the pleasures of countless adults, Akkardâs heart was of only a selfish boy.
If it werenât for Damia, he would have never grown. And without knowing what he was lacking, he would have died with an empty heart and reiterated relationships just as mechanical as excretion.
âYou are a good person, Damia.â
It was already the third time she had heard it. But Siennaâs expression as she said those words looked bitter, unlike before.
âSo I used your kindness and empathy for other peopleâs pain. Iâm sorry.â
âCan you please tell me so I can understand, Sienna?â
Damia replied with a half-resigned face. She was already suffering enough, accustomed to the Northâs distinctive direct way of speaking.