Voren stayed near the doorway, but his eyes never left her face. "Stanley would not stop insisting that he wanted to thank you personally," he revealed, Seraphine forced a small smile even though she still felt hollow inside.
Then she walked out of the office with Corvine beside her, both of them carrying the same exhaustion, the same grief, and the same silent determination that refused to let them give up.
As Stanley started speaking to Seraphine, Voren stepped closer to Corvine and lowered his voice.
"I see she is falling for you," he murmured, his tone carrying both curiosity and something sharper beneath it. "Why not just tell her how you feel?"
The second the words left his mouth, Voren felt something strange settle inside his chest.
It was an ugly feeling, tight, and uncomfortable. Something he could not explain.
Corvine looked at him for a moment before shaking his head.
"You are reading this wrong," he said quietly. "She almost died tonight thinking her daughter might have been in that place, and now she is walking away with nothing. The least I can do is be there for her. Nothing else matters right now."
Voren opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out because Corvine was right. Seraphine had trusted him for a reason and Corvine cared about her deeply, maybe more than he would ever admit, but even then, he still put her first.
He put her pain first, her healing, and her happiness, even if it meant ignoring his own feelings completely.
And standing there, watching him, Voren finally understood what real love looked like. Not possession, nor obsession. Not wanting someone for yourself no matter what it cost them.
Real love meant wanting someone to be okay even if it broke you in the process.
That realization settled heavily inside his chest, leaving behind an ache he did not know how to explain.
Then Stanley stepped forward and held out his hand. "Sera," he said, his voice full of gratitude and respect, "my superiors told me you refused to do an interview, but I still wanted to thank you personally for everything you did."
Seraphine shook Stanley’s hand politely, although the sadness lingering in her eyes remained, settling over her features like a shadow that no amount of gratitude or praise could erase.
"Just make sure they find their families," she said softly, her voice quiet but carrying enough weight to make everyone around her understand exactly how serious she was.
"And if they do not have families, make sure they are given somewhere peaceful to stay because they have already been through more than enough pain for one lifetime."
Her throat tightened painfully as the faces of the dead flashed through her mind all over again, refusing to leave her alone no matter how hard she tried to focus on the people who had survived.


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