"IT'S BEEN a while, Yoan."
Two and a half years.
That was how long it was since Neoma burned the world and Yoan just watched it happen.
But now, his time as a bystander had finally come to an end.
Yoan descended in front of Neoma. "If you were going to act like a villain, you should have done so until the end. Why did you have to sacrifice yourself to save those children?"
"You wouldn't understand because you aren't a mother," Neoma said bitterly. "You didn't even want to be my baby's father."
"Neoma, you know that's not true," Yoan said in a pained voice. "Please don't say that."
"Are you hurt?"
"I am, but I know you're the one who's in more pain between the two of us."
That was why he knew he didn't have the right to complain about his pain.
Neoma avoided his gaze. "Are you here to kill me?"
