He found himself perplexed by the tears streaming down her face.

Her expression twisted in a mix of fear and sorrow as she absorbed the news about her former tormentors, some of whom had been found dead while others remained unaccounted for. The weight of the situation seemed to crush her, the air heavy with unspoken questions as the evening light cast long shadows across the room.

A tumult of emotions surged within him as he watched her struggle with her feelings. Here was his only companion, feeling compassion for individuals who, by all rights, deserved none. The faint scent of her perfume mingled with the tension in the air, creating a bittersweet aroma that mirrored his conflicting emotions.

Yet, he wrestled with his own feelings, torn between wanting to protect her and the urge to shout at her for her misplaced compassion. The soft fabric of his shirt strained against his crossed arms as he fought to maintain composure, his amber eyes glinting like molten gold in the fading light.

"What's the use of sympathize someone like them?" he asked, his voice smooth as polished stone despite the emotions churning beneath the surface. "Don't you know that they talked shit about you carelessly behind the doors? Or are you too naive to acknowledged that they was never kind to you?"