“I don’t know… I…” Integral just looked younger, not younger, but she looked her years. Twenty-two. She often appeared older and wiser because of the harsh life she had led that stole away her youth. In this, she appeared inexperienced. “I was being self-centred in the most pathetic way.”
Integra smiled at Cronqvist and reached out for his arm. Hesitantly, she leaned to do something she had never done to other men except her father and Walter when she was younger. The knight kissed his cheek and honestly blurted out: “Thank you.”
She felt relief, inexplicable peace to know Alucard might have wanted to leave her not because she was horrible, but the opposite.