"Twenty years old, I believe you were back then," she said, still standing in front of Rebekah with her gaze fixed on Fox. "After years had passed since your father's death, after he decided to sell his soul for power and took the lives of your sister and mother, your life went downhill, worse than anyone else your age. I remember it well, dear Fox. You successfully managed your father's vineyards, but quietly, everything was personal for you. It was so... lamentable," she murmured. She took a sip from the bottle, nothing left inside."You were there for others, but very few were there for you. You risked everything for everyone, neglecting yourself; you were dying, Fox." She moved closer to him, and he held her gaze, eyes moist and suppressed. "You were dying," she whispered. "No one could set foot in your room without first praying not to leave worse than you. You were a plague, on the brink of collapse; everyone saw you heading down that path, and even you saw yourself on that path
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