Szayel has passed away.
Purple lips pursed at the message she received, an unreadable expression on her pale face before a small smile appeared on her face. The Privaron only laughed, shooing away the messenger as her laughter only intensified. The look on the grey face person seemed to hold acceptance, knowing full well the hatred the two held for one another.
However, when the door was closed shut, the smile and grin vanished. Leaving only a plain expression on her face.
"ā¦ Idiotā¦ Our game finished because you couldnāt stay aliveā¦"
Eyes shut, a sigh leaving her lips before raising her head up to look up at the ceiling. A hand went to her scarred neck, a somewhat sadden emotion appearing in her eyes before they closed shut. "ā¦ I hate you."