(Carmine Revons pov.)
[8 years ago, TOL secret compound:]
When I walk the gray corridors, headed to Dhalia's room, my stride is confident, but the uneasy feeling inside me doesn't seem to cease.
What am I supposed to say?
How far did they have go with the testing? What does she think of me now?
Then I come to a halt and knock at her door.
"Can I come in?" I ask, but she doesn't answer.
Sighing, I open the door.
The room of the younger agents aren't as big as one would think. It contains simple things like a bed, a table accompanied by a chair, a small wardrobe.
Of course there are some books on certain topics of being an agent, all to keep her knowledge expanded.
And even though TOL is against any distractions, I've given Dhalia extra writing materials when she needed any.
In her case it's a notebook, but I made sure to tell her not to show it to anyone.
She has been writing into it and no one had noticed yet.
I couldn't just drill her into learning how to be an excellent agent all the time, she was only 8 when I took her in, that being one year ago.
Having no way to express herself or to have any possible entertainment wouldn't do any good to her mental health, especially not after losing her parents. Due to which she has a somewhat bad reputation.
She sits on the edge of the bed, with arms wrapped around her legs, face down and her black hair is a messy ponytail.
I thought I was able to make sure something like this would ever happen.
Great job, Carmine.
I sit down on the bed next to her.
While I think about what to tell her, she implies, her sound muffled since she doesn't look at me:
"They were right, I am a disappointment. And if I don't show my ability- the organization will get rid of me. Just like they did with mom and dad."
She cannot be discouraged- otherwise she'll give up and things will take an even darker turn.
Perhaps it'll take longer than expected.
"Kid, you're not a disappointment. Even though this test didn't go well, you'll be able to show your ability, I'm sure. We'll just try another training method-"
Instantly, her head snaps at me, her purple eyes full with tears:
"How can you be so sure?! Everyone else passed the test, only I failed! Maybe I don't even have an ability! I just..." She looks away. "... I just don't want to get punished again."
Seeing like this reminds me that she failed because of me. She was hurt because I didn't teach her well enough.
You hurt her.
She stares down at her hands, they're shaking badly when she gulps:
"It hurts so much..."
I swear I'll end Creed for everything he has done.
No, not now.
There's no way I can kill Creed without Dhalia having to pay for that.
It is not an option for me to lose composure.
Following, I put my hand on hers to stop them from trembling:
"I know it does, and I know you're afraid. But you can't let your fears control you, kid. You are stronger than you think, the only thing left to do is to fully grasp that fact."
She's got that from her parents, after all.
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