"Now you're telling me you feel unsafe? What's unsafe about Hamlet? Ambition is ambition, I feel ashamed for you just hearing that."
Sofia, pushed away, froze, overwhelmed by an indescribable emotion, so much so that she forgot it was called shame.
"Do you feel that other people's emotions are fake? Have you ever considered that this might be your own doing?
Emotions are reciprocal; when you treat them with insincerity, don't expect sincerity in return.
Do you know where you went wrong?"
Lance's words brought Sofia back to her senses. The moment she looked into his eyes, she felt like an ant gazing up at a giant, a sense of insignificance and humility overwhelming her, and she nodded involuntarily.
"Then drop the facade and sincerely confess your sins to me." Lance opened his arms slightly, his expression turning neither sad nor happy, like that of a statue.
