"You said you were going to take him back from me..."

A deep voice resounded from her throat. All Charybdis can do is stand still as her inner self personified, speak. She cannot even utter a single argument against the voice because all she can hear is the truth.

"... but I didn't choose him."

Her beady eyes gleam under the moonlight as she smile at their appalled expressions. Sal's red hair covered the hurt in his eyes. Iuppiter's chest constricts from the painful assault of his Matella's words. It hit them right at their cores. Ignus is laying still as he listen. And then there was Andronicus.
Now, Charybdis can only feel pity. Pity for him, but most of all for herself. As the two stared at each other, she felt like a thousand needles keep on prickling her skin from the familiar attention that the man is giving her.

He missed his Ella.

"He accepted me in."

As soon as Charybdis utter those words, the finality of their circumstances is established.

This is not only a war against the land, but also a war against the five.