Chapter 222

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Nyx's words keep playing in my mind like a broken record—sharp, bitter, and laced with so much hatred it felt. Like, they cut right through my soul. I've tried to make sense of them, but | still can't. She said so little, yet somehow it felt like she revealed Everything. | hated that she couldn't just tell everything | I needed to know all at once. Why was she feeding As an excuse? The more | thought about it, the more tangled everything became. The only clear takeaway from our The conversation was that both she and Xena knew Kaden, and that Xena and Kaden did something awful to her. Something that caused her to hate her sister. Something that turned sister against sister. | fell back in my chair, eyes unfocused, trying to piece it all together. There was something | was missing. Something crucial. What the hell was it? Frustrated, | got up and started pacing. My feet moved aimlessly, but my thoughts scattered in every direction. | Stomped like a child, letting out a groan of pure exasperation when, even after minutes of thinking, I still hadn't Found the missing piece. Eventually, | collapsed into the chair again, head in hands. | closed my eyes and forced a deep breath in— then Out—before opening them again. Needing a distraction, | grabbed a book, hoping it would help reset my thoughts, maybe even lead to Something useful. I don't know how long | sat there flipping pages. But eventually, | shoved the book away in disgust. Nothing. No Answers. Not even a hint to point in the right direction. I leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answers might suddenly appear there. Silence pressed Inn from all sides, thick and heavy. | hated this feeling—this helpless circling a truth that always stayed Just out of reach. Maybe | was being played. Maybe Nyx was just messing with me, dangling half-truths and cryptic warnings. Because she could. Or maybe... maybe she was right. Maybe | wasn't ready. The thought unsettled more than | wanted to admit. Because if | wasn't ready, no, after everything I'd been through-then when would | be? | closed my eyes again, but this time | I wasn't trying to breathe or center myself. | was reaching-mentally clawing Through every memory, every word, every silence. Nyx had said something. Something about betrayal. About Being abandoned. And she spoke Kaden's name with venom, but Xena's with something colder. Emptier. Like the hate had burned itself out and left only ash. And then it hit me. Not a full picture, but a crack in the frame- something terrible must have happened between The three of them. Something that twisted their loyalties and buried their love under layers of guilt, rage, and Silence. | sat up straighter, heart pounding now-not with fear, but with the edge of understanding. | still didn't have the Full truth, but I was close. Closer than before. Nyx didn't want to feed crumbs. Maybe she wanted to dig. To find the truth, not be handed it. With renewed energy, | grabbed my notebook and started scribbling. Names, timelines, events-everything | Could remember. | didn't care if the pieces didn't fit yet. | just needed them all on the table. Because Nyx was right about one thing. This wasn't just about anyone. It had never been “Nyx?" | called out to her, knowing her mental shields were likely still up-but hoping, just maybe, she'd hear Me. Silence answered. I sighed, the sound leaving my lips like the weight of everything I couldn't carry anymore. Her shields were Strong-too strong-1 couldn't even feel her. But | didn't push. She deserved that space. Whatever had happened to Her... it couldn't have been easy. As | sat there, letting the silence stretch, a thought struck me: maybe | was going about this all wrong. Instead of pushing her for answers, maybe | needed to just be there. Nyx had been there in ways no one else ever had. had-ways | could never fully express. She saw me. She understood me. Encouraged me. She fought the battles beside an eye, King and Revep id's khéw' "Was fighting. She supported me, cried with me, and held up when | was sinking. She was my anchor on the days | felt like | Was drowning. She was my support system. So why couldn't | that be for her? | did need answers. Desperately. But Maybe it was too stop making. That is the priority. Now that | hed even agers if heepast-dst a fraction Of the pain she carried- maybe Needed to follow her lead. She gave Anything in return? The least | could Did was offer her the same? My body deflated as the truth of it settled inside me, heavy but oddly Calming. I'd spent so long poring. With Ny she/was Wry [hadn't Steppe to consider why she was Hiding it. Whatever Xena and Kaden did to her... even the mention of their Names were like reopening a wound that never really healed. And | could feel it—her pain. Her heartbreak. It wasn't old. It was still fresh. Still bleeding. A strange peace washed over as the decision took root. Above all else—above the need for truth, for justice, for understanding—she first.

Chapter 222

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