Chapter 29- Darithi’s Past
"Isn't it funny, Darithi, how some people expect others to realize their mistake and repent it?" Cruxius said while moving through the corridor, speaking directly without even bothering to search for Thalia.
He knew, most probably, it would be more profitable if she broke emotionally after talking with her stepsister—who would make sure to tell her some harsh reality humans always seem to ignore.
And then he, as her savior, would savor her and then save her from her broken state.
"I don't understand, Master," Darithi inquired, glancing around as if she wanted to move faster to search for Thalia.
But since her master was composed and unhurried, she did the same—just tagging along with him.
"Have you ever seen a serial killer begging for forgiveness from the victim's family after being prosecuted?" Cruxius asked, more amused than anything.
He knew exactly what Thalia wanted to achieve by talking with Jenny.
It reminded him of a particularly odd human trait: expecting those who hurt them to feel remorse or at least ask for forgiveness.
As if making others regret their misdeeds was some kind of fetish weak people developed—blind to the fact that those who commit such acts are often far stronger than those they hurt.
"No. Instead, they enjoy the tears," Darithi answered, recalling the typical trait of mass murderers—how they don't feel an ounce of regret for their crimes.
Rather, they find pleasure in others' suffering. She relayed this to Cruxius, though she still didn't understand why he was asking her such questions now.