"How… how the fuck do you know so much about me?"
Reva asked while looking at Eren with unmasked fury. She had exhaustion signs on her face. Her mana storage was almost depleted.
Her limbs were not working the way she wanted them to. And various wounds on her body almost stopped healing.
"I was never a sharing-is-caring kinda guy, Paladin of Pain. I like to suffer in silence when I have to. And I like to watch my enemies die in suspense.
I prefer to celebrate my achievements silently. And the shroud of anonymity gives me comfort.
There's a certain charm in bottling up emotions. It can empower you. The overly expressive ones wouldn't get it.
This is how I am. And let's just say that I'm not ready to make an exception. Even though it was you who provided the fire for me to forge myself anew to such standards."
