"I am not going anywhere with you." — I told him, taking a step back to look at the duchess's state. — "… she's your mother. Why did you do this to her… and to father too?"
"My Marianne, you—"
"I am nothing of yours. Not even my sibling you are!" — Slapping away his hand I couldn't bear the disgust. I was done playing a part where he could keep being delusional. What's more… I did not have any good reason to keep it up. Once, there was hope that maybe, just by a miracle, the brother I loved when young could still be there, somewhere so deep that he was having trouble and maybe suffering because of the curses he's been put under… but… — "You are not Paul."
"…"
"The Paul that was my brother has been buried for too long and none of us knew… You are just… what his weak soul became. The sickening part that a cursed witch made."
