Lucas fell silent. His face reflected genuine confusion, but behind his eyes, a storm of emotions began to churn. All this time, he had suppressed guilt, fear, and doubts that never truly disappeared. Now, they slowly rose to the surface, attacking him without mercy.
"I swear," Lucas finally said, his voice low but heavy, as if carrying the weight of years. "Since the accident, everything has felt like a fog. My memory is hazy. But one thing I've always remembered clearly Evelyn. And how I would've traded my life to save hers."
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding chest.
"I never really knew what happened after that. All I knew was that I lost her, and after that, I lost my way. But one thing is certain, I never replaced Evelyn with anyone else. I even thought I'd never be able to love again. Never get married. You know that, Daxter."
Daxter looked at him sharply, but remained silent. No words, only eyes filled with pain and unanswered questions.
