"Then how was it possible for me to fall in love with a scum like Rayan?" Lilith asked suddenly, her voice sharp and disgusted, like she tasted something rotten on her tongue.
Gray didn't answer.
His expression went still.
And for a second, there was just the sound of her breathing through the speaker and the faint buzz of the screen.
Lilith sat up straighter, eyes narrowed, like she was challenging herself more than him. "If I was truly the same soul… then why the hell did I love someone like him? What part of me thought that was love?"
Gray finally moved, exhaling through his nose. He looked tired—not physically, but the kind of tired that comes from thinking about things too long.
"…Maybe," he said quietly, "you were a different version of yourself back then."
Lilith scoffed.
