Razeal kept his gaze fixed on her for several long seconds, saying nothing. His eyes did not waver from her face, as if he were trying to read something buried beneath her expression some hesitation, some guilt, some crack in that composure. But there was nothing. Just that same steady gaze looking back at him. Unflinching. Waiting. It was not defiance, not exactly. It was something heavier than that something already decided. As if she had come here knowing how this would go, and had accepted it long before standing in front of him.

Then, slowly, his eyes lowered.

They fell to the whip lying at his feet.

For a brief moment, something flickered in his gaze.

A memory sharp and unwelcome memory that cut through his mind.

The sound of it slicing through the air.

The crack?

The sting that followed.

The way his body had reacted despite himself.

The weight of eyes watching, judging, whispering.

The humiliation?

Not just the pain of it but everything that came with it.

His jaw tightened slightly.

Barely noticeable, but there.

Then he exhaled, slow and controlled, as if forcing that entire memory back down where it belonged. Not gone just buried again, sealed under layers of restraint he had learned to maintain.

Or perhaps not even restraint.

Just refusal.

"Haa..." A faint breath left him, almost resembling a quiet laugh, though there was little humor in it. "So this is what you came up with."

He stepped forward, unhurried, his boots stopping just beside the whip. His gaze remained on it for a second longer, thoughtful in a way that did not quite match the situation.

"Getting it even, haa?" he muttered, tilting his head slightly as if genuinely considering the idea.

His foot nudged the whip lightly, turning it across the stone floor.

Then his gaze lifted back to her.

"But tell me something," Razeal said, his voice calm, measured, carrying that familiar sharp edge beneath its surface. "What exactly are you trying to even out here?"

He did not rush the words. Each one landed with intent.

"The pain?" he asked quietly. "The humiliation? Or your mistake?"

Silence stretched between them, but his eyes did not leave hers.

"Because if it’s the pain..." he let out a faint chuckle, shaking his head slightly, dismissively, "Then this is going to do nothing in comparison."

There was no exaggeration in his tone. No dramatics. Just a simple statement cold and absolute.

"And if it’s your mistake..." His voice lowered slightly, sharpening without raising in volume. "Then this isn’t going to fix it either."

He bent down then, not in anger, not abruptly, but with deliberate calm, and picked up the whip from the ground.

His fingers wrapped around it.

For a brief second, his grip tightened.

Firm and Controlled.

Not trembling.

Not unstable.

Just enough to show that the weight of it was not lost on him.

As if he were not just holding a weapon but holding everything tied to it.

He straightened again, letting the whip hang loosely at his side.

"You kept this," he said, glancing at it briefly before looking back at her, "for me?"

A faint smirk curved at his lips.

"Quite thoughtful of you."

But his eyes held no trace of amusement.

"So what now?" he asked, lifting the whip slightly, not threateningly, but enough to make its presence undeniable. "You want me to use it on you? And are you planning to stand there and take it so we can call it even?"

There was no mockery in his voice.

No sarcasm.

Just directness.

Cold, clean, and unfiltered.

Nova didn’t move.

Didn’t step back or even flinch.

Her eyes remained locked onto his, unwavering, as if the space between them didn’t exist.

"If that’s what it takes..." she said.

Her voice was steady but not empty.

There was tension there subtle, contained. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, betraying what her expression refused to show. The weight of the moment. The gravity of what she was accepting.

"Then.. Yes."

The word didn’t tremble.

Didn’t break.

It stood firm.

As she took a step forward.

Just one.

Small.

But enough to close the distance further enough to make her choice undeniable.

"Do it."

There was no hesitation.

No dramatics.

No attempt to soften it.

Just acceptance.

Pure.

Heavy.

The kind that didn’t come from weakness but from something far more difficult.

The kind that required her to stand there, fully aware of what she was offering... and not turn away.

And still

She didn’t look away from him.

Not even for a second.

Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly at her words, the faint shift in his expression subtle but unmistakable. He did not respond immediately. Instead, he studied her again this time more carefully, more deliberately, as if he were trying to see past what she was showing him and into what she was holding back. His gaze moved across her face, lingering just a second longer than before, searching for hesitation, for doubt, for even the smallest crack in that composure she had wrapped herself in. But again, there was nothing. She stood there the same way steady, resolved, waiting. As if she had already accepted whatever answer he would give. As if she had always known so had prepared for rejection just as much as for punishment.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue softly, turning his face slightly to the side for a brief moment, as if something about this irritated him.. not loudly, not explosively, but in that quiet, restrained way that came when something felt fundamentally wrong to him. His jaw shifted faintly, and then he looked back at her.

"You really think," he said slowly, his voice low and controlled, "this is going to change anything?"

He did not raise his voice. He did not need to. The weight of the question was enough on its own.

A small pause followed, deliberate, giving the words time to settle.

"You think this is what makes things even?"

He took a step forward.

The distance between them shortened, not aggressively, not with force but with intention. The whip still hung loosely in his hand, its presence quiet but undeniable.

"You always had this problem," he continued, his tone quieter now, but sharper, more focused. "Thinking everything can be corrected. Balanced. Fixed. Justice... or whatever that is."

There was a faint bitterness in that last word, barely visible but present.

"As if everything can be turned back if you just do the right thing at the right time and right way." His gaze hardened slightly. "As if insisting hard enough makes it true."

He paused again, watching her.

"Just as how you kept insisting for me to apologise," he added, his voice dropping a fraction lower, "to you... and to Selena so only then you all will accept me."

"But here’s the one thing you should learn," he continued, his tone shifting less questioning now, more definitive, more absolute. "It doesn’t work like that."

He stepped forward again.

Now he stood directly in front of her.

Close.

Too close for either of them to ignore the presence of the other.

The whip slowly lifted in his hand.

Not suddenly. Not violently. Just a deliberate movement, controlled and measured, as if he were weighing the action even as he performed it. The leather shifted slightly in the air, catching the faint light, its shadow stretching between them.

He did not blink.

His eyes remained fixed on hers.

And then

He stopped.

The whip hung in the air between them.

The moment stretched.

Time seemed to slow, the silence thickening until it felt almost physical. No one moved. No one spoke. Even the faintest sound in the surroundings seemed to disappear, swallowed by the tension that had settled in that small space between them.

Behind them, Sofia’s fingers tightened slightly at her side, her breath held without her even realizing it. Maria stood still, her gaze locked on the two of them, her expression unreadable but her attention absolute. Even the others, who did not fully understand everything that lay between these two, could feel it.. that this was not a simple exchange, not a moment of revenge or repayment.. its just bad as whatver itll be it would be bad.. for both of these siblings.

Razeal remained still.

The whip still raised.

His eyes still on hers.

A long silence passed.

And then

"...No."

The word came out simple.

Flat and Final.

And just like that, the tension broke not outwardly, not visibly but in the quiet shift of his arm as he lowered it again.

Without another word, without any flourish or hesitation, he flicked his wrist slightly and tossed the whip back toward her.

It landed near her feet this time.

Not his.

The soft sound of it hitting the ground echoed faintly in the silence.

"You don’t get to decide what makes things even," Razeal said, his voice calm again, almost detached now, as he turned slightly away from her. "And you definitely can’t fix it.. Nothing can."

He did not look at her directly as he spoke those words.

"If you think one whip balances everything..." he added, glancing at her from the side, his gaze sharp but controlled, "...then you still don’t understand anything."

There was no anger in his tone now.

No visible resentment.

Just a quiet certainty.

He exhaled slowly, shaking his head faintly, as if dismissing something not her, not entirely but the idea itself.

"And that’s the problem."

Silence followed.

Heavy and Unresolved.

The kind of silence that did not feel empty, but full filled with things left unsaid, things that could not be resolved with simple actions or symbolic gestures.

Nova did not respond.

She did not move, she did not argue.

She did not even lower her gaze.

She simply stood there.

Looking at him.

Razeal did not have anything more to say. At least, nothing he was willing to say. So he simply turned around, his expression settling back into that same unreadable calm, hands slipping into his pockets as if the entire exchange had already been filed away somewhere distant in his mind. He gave her one last look brief, measured, not lingering long enough to betray anything.. and then he simply began to walk away.

Each step was steady.

But thats when suddenly..

"I miss you." Nova’s voice came from behind him, soft... almost fragile in a way that did not match the person she was known to be. It was not loud. It did not try to stop him forcefully. It simply reached him.

And yet

Razeal did not stop.

His steps did not even falter.

Behind him, Nova remained standing where she was, her eyes fixed on his back, watching him walk away as if every step he took was pulling something out of her chest.

"I’m sorry," she continued, her voice still low, but no longer steady. "For not believing you... for not trusting you... and for breaking all the trust and expectations you had of me... And mostly for disappointing you." Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, as if holding herself together.

"I’m sorry, little brother... I failed to do everything i should have done for you." Her lips trembled faintly, but she did not let her voice break.

"I was the worst elder sister... I couldn’t protect you." She swallowed, her throat tightening. "No... not just that... I helped them make it worse for you."

"I should have trusted you," she went on, her voice softer now, weighed down by something far heavier than words. "I should have understood you." Her gaze dropped slowly, falling to the whip lying near her feet.

The same whip.

The same memory.

"But those are just regrets now," she continued, almost to herself, shaking her head faintly. "And I know they don’t change anything." Then she lifted her head again, her eyes returning to his back.

"But there’s one thing I need you to understand."

Razeal paused slightly.

He did not turn kd speak. He just stood there, his back still facing her.

"I never hated you," Nova said, her voice gaining a fragile urgency. "Not even once. Not for a second. And j never wanted to hurt you... I.. I never had any intention to give you pain." Her brows tightened slightly, as if the thought itself hurt.

"Even if everything I believed back then was true... even if you had been wrong... I still wanted to handle it gently. I wanted to fix it for you for us.. I wanted to bring you back... not break you or pain you..." Her gaze flickered down again, toward the whip.

"I need you to know this," she said quietly. "That punishment I gave you... I didn’t do it because I wanted to hurt you. I didn’t do it because I was angry... or because I wanted to punish you." Her fingers tightened slightly.

"I did it because mother said she would do it if I didn’t."

The words hung in the air.

Heavy.

Slowly, her eyes lifted again to his back.

"And I didn’t do it just because she ordered me to," she continued. "I did it because... it would have hurt you a thousand times more if she had done it herself."

There was a pause.

A long one.

"I knew how much you loved her," Nova said softly. "How much you respected her... more than anyone... even more than me." Her voice trembled just slightly now.

"I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let her be the one to do it to you. I knew... I knew what it would have done to you." Her breathing grew uneven.

"I thought... if it had to happen... then it should be me.. As the least i want to hurt you.."

Razeal stood still just listening.

"And maybe I was wrong," she admitted quietly. "Maybe I made it worse. Maybe I didn’t understand anything at all."

Her gaze dropped once more.

"But I couldn’t imagine... I just couldn’t imagine you going through that... from her."

Silence followed.

Then

"Also.. I’m not saying this to run away from what I did," Nova said, her voice softer now, almost pleading. "I’m not trying to justify it... or erase it." She shook her head faintly.

"I just... I just want you to know why I did it."

Her eyes lifted again.

"I did it because I loved you."

A pause.

"And that never changed."

"Not once."

"Ever since that day..." her voice grew quieter, heavier, "the worst day of both our lives... I haven’t been able to be happy either."

Her gaze drifted, unfocused for a moment.

"I miss you every day... every moment. More than I can even say." Her chest rose and fell slowly.

"I remember everything."

"Every detail."

"Every moment."

"Every word."

"Every plea."

Then her eyes fell again to the whip.

As if it carried all of it.

"But I need you to understand one thing," she said, lifting her gaze back to him. "Whatever you think... whatever you believe..."

Her voice steadied, just slightly.

"It wasn’t betrayal."

A pause.

"It was a mistake."

Her fingers clenched.

"A misunderstanding... I was manipulated." She inhaled slowly.

"And I’m not saying that as an excuse. I know what I did. I know it was wrong. I hold full accountability and responsibility to that." Her eyes locked onto him.

"But.. I’m just telling you... what it really was."

There was silence again.

Heavy.

Lingering.

Then

"And is that supposed to change anything?" Razeal finally spoke.

His voice cut through the silence not loud, not harsh but cold. Direct.

As he turned his head slightly, just enough to look back at her over his shoulder.

His expression unreadable.

But his eyes

Sharp and still fully Unforgiving.

Nova’s breath caught slightly at his voice, but she did not look away.

"Even gods make mistakes, little brother," she said softly. "I’m no different." A faint, sad smile touching her lips.

"I’m just a dumb... arrogant person who thought she was always right." Her gaze lowered for a moment, then lifted again.

"Yes... I deserve punishment." Her voice steadied, despite the sadness in it.

"Whatever you want to do... whatever you think I deserve... I’ll accept it."

No hesitation.

No resistance.

"I won’t complain."

A small step forward.

Barely noticeable.

"But at least..." her voice softened further, almost fragile now, "give me one chance."

Her eyes held his.

Hope?

Fear?

Regret?

All of it, laid bare without hiding anymore.

"Just once."

She did not move after that. Did not say anything more.

She simply stood there

Waiting.

Not for forgiveness, Not even for acceptance. Just for a chance.

And in that moment everything about her... felt smaller.

Not weaker. Just... human

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