Ariana’s POV
His eyes shook, brown irises surrounded by bright red lines. I found them familiar, as though I was re-enacting the moment I’d lost everything, just like he had. But this couldn’t possibly be a re-enactment, after all it wasn’t my pain, it was all Victor’s.
I could sympathize, I could find the thread of resemblance but it wasn’t the same thing. We stood parallel to each other, sharing a pain of loss, of rage, and revenge.
For that exact reason I couldn’t let him continue in the path that he had chosen in this society’s duress. He wasn’t given a chance to dream, nobody around him thought he was worth living in the first place.
There was nothing more effective in turning someone into a monster than letting them believe society—the core of life itself—never wanted them to liv
