The room was drowned in an uncomfortable silence. Victor and I exchanged a quick glance before turning our attention back to Emily, who seemed completely indifferent to the way we were staring at her. Itâs not like she was lying exactly, but... thatâs not really how things went down.
I mean, sure â in a way â but with all those details she mentioned? Iâm not so sure. Maybe, from her point of view, thatâs how it all seemed. And yeah, I was worried, but not nearly as dramatic as the way she made it sound.
Victor, who was already visibly confused by my sudden appearance, seemed even more lost after hearing Emilyâs words. It was almost funny watching his expression â a mix of doubt and disbelief â perfectly mirroring what I was thinking: âEmily... what the hell are you even talking about?â he finally asked, his voice full of confusion and a hint of irritation.
Emily didnât move for a moment after Victor spoke, her face almost unreadable. Then, as if dealing with something completely trivial, she just shrugged: âWhat?â she asked, her tone carrying a kind of casual, almost provocative disinterest, never breaking eye contact with him. There was something challenging in her gaze, as if she were testing him: âDonât believe me?â
Victor just stared at her in silence. There was something in his eyes â a mix of shock and disbelief â that made it clear what was going through his head: he was genuinely wondering if Emily had finally lost her mind. And how did I know that? Easy â because I was thinking the exact same thing.
Honestly, aside from me, no anomaly would waste time worrying about what humans think of them â much less care about the opinion of one single human. And even though Iâm an exception to that rule, Iâm not that different. In the end, I donât really care what others think either â except for a handful of humans. And those are rare enough to count on one hand.
For example, even seeing Victorâs sister lying in bed, pale and fragile, and knowing â at least logically â that sheâs probably the most important person in his life, I just canât bring myself to actually care. Sheâs dying? And what does that have to do with me? I know it sounds cold, maybe even cruel, but why should I feel anything for someone I just met?
And yet... if it meant Victor wouldnât look at me the way he did last time â with that mix of anger and pain that felt like it could cut through my skin â then maybe I wouldnât turn down the chance to help her. Not for her sake, but because I donât want him to look at me like that ever again.
Either way, Victor, after hearing Emilyâs words, couldnât hold back and shot back with a tone dripping with sarcasm: âYou really expect me to believe an anomaly would be scared of being hated by a human?â he said, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms, as if his words were a deliberate provocation.
He didnât look away, watching every flicker of Emilyâs expression, searching for any sign of hesitation. His own face, however, made his feelings clear â absolute disbelief: âGo ahead, tell me the worldâs about to endâ he added, his voice low and sharp with irony: âitâd still sound more believableâ
Victorâs reaction wasnât exactly surprising â honestly, it was more or less what I expected. Itâs like saying a wild animal had bonded with you: no matter how tame it might seem, in the end, itâs still a creature driven by instinct. Anomalies arenât that different. Most of them act purely on instinct â and worse, their most basic instinct is to attack and kill humans without hesitation.
But before Victor could say anything else, it was Laura who stepped forward. Her eyes, steady and filled with something between pain and determination, locked on him: âYouâre still as stubborn as I rememberâ she said, her voice sounding like a mix of reproach and regret: âMore than anyone, you should know blaming the
The moment her words cut through the air, the atmosphere seemed to tighten. The silence that followed was almost tangible, heavy enough to make the air itself feel thicker, as if even the room had felt the weight of that truth.
For a moment, Victor froze, his eyes wide with complete shock. But the surprise didnât last. In an instant, his expression twisted into pure rage, the very air around him seeming to grow heavier. âYou!â he snarled, his voice laced with fury.
He stepped forward, shoulders tense and jaw clenched, glaring at Laura as if he could burn a hole through her soul. âYouâre actually serious?â he asked, each word spat with raw disbelief and anger.
Laura stayed silent, her lips pressed together, her gaze fixed somewhere on the floor, as if she had nothing left â or maybe nothing she could â say to him. The silence stretched for a few long seconds before Victor exploded, unable to hold it back: âIt was an anomaly that did this to Sara!â His voice was hoarse, full of rage and despair: âSomething just like her!â
He pointed at me with a trembling, almost accusatory finger, his shout echoing through the room, making the moment even heavier.
âYou want me to just pretend everythingâs fine?!â Victor roared, his voice thundering in the room: âPretend nothing happened? Pretend Sara isnât wasting away, dying, because of one of those damn anomalies?!â He took a step forward, fists clenched, his face twisted with fury and pain: âI refuse! I refuse to forgive her! I refuse to accept her! Not after what happened!â
No matter how I looked at it, Victor really did seem to blame me for his sisterâs condition â and honestly, that was insane. I mean, I didnât do anything! Iâd barely even seen the girl for the first time a few seconds ago.
So why the hell was he looking at me like that â like I was the one responsible for everything? The accusation was so absurd it made me angry, though there was a trace of unease mixed in. It was completely irrational, like heâd just decided Iâd be the scapegoat.
With that thought burning in my mind, I let the words slip out, short and sharp, almost like a reflex: (I didnât do anything)
The second my words echoed in Victorâs mind, I saw his body tense. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, shifting it from Laura to me, as though each movement weighed a ton. His eyes widened, a flash of surprise mixed with something I couldnât quite name â fear, maybe: âYou...â he began, but his voice failed him mid-sentence, dying in the air as though something invisible had stolen the breath from his lungs.
Victorâs hands just fell limp, like the weight of the world had crashed onto his shoulders. He turned slowly, every motion heavy, and sank into the chair beside his sisterâs bed. His eyes... were empty. Completely emotionless, cold as shattered glass â only a faint, dark glint reflecting the dim light in the room.
With a slow, almost hesitant gesture, Victor reached toward her, his fingers trembling as if afraid to touch her. I stayed where I was, perfectly silent, feeling like even the slightest noise would shatter the fragile moment.
After several seconds of that crushing silence, Victorâs voice finally broke the air like a heavy whisper, every syllable dragged out, soaked in guilt and exhaustion: âIâm sorry...â His voice cracked, as though he was breaking right along with it: âI know blaming you doesnât help. None of this is your fault. If it werenât for you two â always there, giving all this support, all this strength â Sara wouldâve been gone a long time ago.â
He ran a hand over his face, trying to steady the trembling in his fingers, before letting out a shaky breath: âBut... I just...â the pause felt endless: âI just donât know what Iâm supposed to do anymoreâ
I glanced at Victorâs silhouette out of the corner of my eye, staying silent. For a moment, I wondered if I should say something â promise him I could heal his sister, maybe? But the truth was, I didnât even fully understand what was happening to her.
The possibility of failure was far too great to give him false hope. Even if there was a small chance of success, it could be something not even Nekra, Althea, Nyara, or Eryanis could fix. And no matter how small that chance might be â it was still there.
While those thoughts raced through my mind, Emilyâs voice broke the silence with a soft, almost playful tone: âAnyway, weâll give you two some spaceâ She shot me a look full of meaning, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips: âSeems like youâve got a lot to talk aboutâ
With those words, Emily gave Laura a quick, almost imperceptible glance before heading toward the door. Laura hesitated for just a moment before following her. But before leaving, she stopped at the doorway, looked back at me, and gave a small wave â a simple gesture that somehow felt heavier than it should have.
The moment Laura and Emily disappeared down the hallway, the room was swallowed by a strange, heavy silence. Only Victor and I remained, surrounded by a quiet so suffocating it felt like time itself had slowed down just to make the moment worse.
Neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us like a thick fog, and I found myself staring at the floor, completely unsure of what to say. Victor? He probably didnât care â he never seemed to care â so it was hard to imagine heâd be the one to break the silence.
At least, thatâs what I thought... until his voice cracked through the stillness like a whip: âSit downâ he said.
The only free chair was right next to Victor, so close it almost brushed against the side of the bed where his little sister lay. I hesitated for a moment, blinking as if to confirm that was really my only choice. Then, without moving my lips, I sent my question to him: (Are you sure about this?)
Victor didnât respond right away â just nodded, his eyes still fixed on his sisterâs hand, as if that tiny connection was his entire world. I took that as permission and did the only thing that made sense: walked over to the chair beside him and sat down.
Once I was seated, I finally got a better look at Victorâs sister. Aside from the size difference, she looked surprisingly like him â her facial features, the shape of her eyes, even the delicate way she held his hand.
She mightâve been even cuter, with an air of lightness thatâs hard to describe. There was something about her â a certain glow â that made me think she was the kind of person who laughed easily, who filled a room with life just by being in it.
But beyond that, there was nothing. Her eyes stayed shut, her lips still, and not even the slightest twitch moved her hands. She didnât even look like she was breathing. And yet, the machines around her said otherwise â they showed that somehow, life still pulsed within her.
I could feel it too, almost like some strange intuition â a thin, invisible thread telling me that something, somewhere, was still working. It was as though she was suspended in time, trapped in a paradox â dead, and yet, inexplicably alive.
Looking at her like that only made the doubt inside me grow stronger. Honestly, healing was never my strong suit â my anomalous abilities were almost entirely about destruction. And yet, seeing the emptiness in Victorâs expression, I felt a tightness in my chest. I didnât want to see him like that, so broken.
So, even if I didnât know whether it would work, I made up my mind â Iâd try everything. Iâd use every shred of power I had left, every drop of energy I could muster, if it meant giving her a chance to survive â and giving my friend back a piece of the hope he seemed to have lost.