Transmigrated as the terminally ill villainess

Chapter 57

Woah... I'm... at a loss for words.

I looked down, scratching my cheek awkwardly. "Sorry... I didn't know your past was like that, and I ended up reopening old wounds."

"It's nothing, just an old story. Although it's a shame that I still haven't been able to meet my father. And now I can't bother Lavenia anymore. But at least, a monster like me can survive until now with some use," he said, sounding nonchalant while drinking tea.

I don't understand... How can he not show it and act like it's nothing?

Out of habit, I stood up and approached him, then hugged him.

"What are you doing?" Damarius looked up at me.

"Let me hug you for a moment. Maybe it will help, even just a little. Usually, I hug my brother when he feels down or sad in my world."

Damarius stared at me for a moment, then broke eye contact. He looked down and rested his head.

"It's not your fault, and I'm certain that your father wouldn't blame you either. You are not a monster, so stop calling yourself that. That's just really sad."

Sigh... I'm not really sure if what I'm thinking is right. But it's pretty clear from the story and the way he tells it that none of this is his fault, and it's definitely not because he's a monster.

Hearing the story of when his mother was dying, he did everything he could to help her, showing how much he loved her and feared losing her.

After she passed away, he lost his voice, which I heard can be a form of trauma.

Then when he separated from his father, he still thought about and obeyed his father's words. He doesn't know if his father is still alive or not, but he is still looking for his father and also thinking about how his father feels about him.

He was even verbally and physically bullied just because of a coincidence that could happen at any time. But he did not retaliate or hold grudges against the children but was understanding with the children.

Those things are not things that monsters can do. Monsters have no feelings, only anger.

"Ugh... How can you call yourself a monster so casually? It's not cool. You should blame the fate that got you into this mess instead of blaming yourself."

Damarius didn't say anything and stayed still.

Not long after, he raised his arms and hugged me slowly.

He showed no expression, but I could sense his hands, which were hugging my waist, trembling.

Ah... I see... Now I understand. It turns out he just had difficulty expressing the feelings inside him.

"Ugh! What should I do with you..."

He was silent for a moment, then let go of his hug, making me do the same.

"What?" He looked at me questioningly.

"This memory will make me even more attached to you. And this has the potential to become one of my obstacles."

He looked at me with an expression as if I was strange. "What obstacle?"

"Sigh... If I had the chance to return to my world, it seems I would hesitate to leave you before you solve your problems." I pulled my chair next to Damarius, then sat down, putting my head on the table.

I noticed Damarius had this kind of glazed look in his eyes while he was staring at me. "Your name..."

"Huh?"