"You had no choice on the battlefield."
Persephone looked at him with her crystal eyes. There was a magical power in them. Even if a devil was tearing him apart, her eyes would always bring him back to light.
She smiled and caressed his cheek. "Though you killed your father, you saved the country."
"Do you really… think so?"
She nodded. "You're not at fault. He was the one who made a mistake. You were just fulfilling your job as a general to protect the country.
"But I also understand that he's your father who brought you up, after all. You guys must have had happy days before that happened, right?"
Morpheus held his head low in silence.
"You did well as the protector of the country," she said softly. "But as a son, you can secretly pay homage to him."
Persephone held his hand. "Reconcile with your father, Morpheus. You'll also reconcile with yourself by doing that, okay?"
He was stunned for a long time and felt a lump in his throat.
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Morpheus stayed with Persephone in the ward that night and heard a faint voice at midnight. He suddenly saw a dimmed light at the door when he opened his eyes half-asleep.
He was alerted at once while the figure in the dimmed light turned around slowly.
Stunned, he couldn't speak no matter what.
"I'm leaving." That person smiled at him. Although there was still mockery in the smile, it was a smile of relief. "Be happy with her!"
Morpheus opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
"Get the culprit at once if you really care for her. Then, kill that murderer like I did back then! Can you do it?"
The figure disappeared right after saying that.
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