Chapter 96 Why Are You Being Kind To Me?

• The basement smelled faintly of soap and cologne. Lucien stood in front of a mirror, adjusting the black pants. Afterwards, he slipped into the short-sleeved shirt. His crucifix necklace hanging around his neck swings gently across his chest with every movement. He stared at himself, pressing his lips into a thin line.
• He was tired.
• After the conversation he had with Alexander the night before, he had been quieter than usual and reflective. There was really no need to fight and continue living in a quest for vengeance so he had chosen to let go.