Zoha stands before the cold iron bars of the dungeon, his voice quivering with barely contained rage and pain.

Zoha:
"You—! All this time... all these years, and you never told me? Never said a word? I trusted you. I... loved you."

He grips the bars tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Zoha:
"Do you know what that meant? For someone like me, to love a human? To love the enemy? And you— You were one of them. One of the knights that led my people to slaughter."

His voice cracks, the anger giving way to a flash of pain.

Zoha:
"I thought you saved me out of mercy. But now I see... I see the truth. You were never my savior. You were just... lying. Keeping your secrets while watching me bleed for you."

Zoha’s breath grows unsteady, a mix of emotions twisting his expression.

Zoha:
"Six years. Six years they broke me, beat me down while you stood there—what? Waiting for the right moment? Waiting to see if I was worth saving? What kind of sick game were you playing?!"

He slams his prosthetic foot against the floor, the metallic clang echoing through the dungeon.

Zoha:
"And this! This cursed thing! A reminder that I owe my life to you, but also that I’m still chained to your lies. You say you loved me? Then why didn’t you trust me? Why didn’t you tell me the truth?!"

His voice drops, trembling as the weight of betrayal crushes him.

Zoha:
"I thought we were the same... but you were always hiding behind a mask. I... I can’t forgive this."

There’s a long pause, the sound of his heavy breathing the only thing breaking the silence.

Zoha: "Why... why did it have to be you?"