One's stance was important and serious, no matter where it was applied.
Romani throwing Giuliano's question back at him was already an answer of sorts, and Giuliano showed a look of understanding.
"I'm the same as you."
He pulled over a stool and sat in front of Simonetta, taking her hand between his own and letting out a soft sigh.
"It's just that I don't understand."
"She says she's my wife, but I've clearly never been married. I don't want to acknowledge that fact either."
"Yet... I don't want to give her up. No matter what, I don't want to—the voice in my head tells me so."
"So... thank you, Mr. Archaman. You saved someone I didn't want to lose. Regardless of our stances or the current situation, that's what I should say to you right now."
Romani met Giuliano's gaze and pressed his lips together.
He did understand that.
In a sense, he and Giuliano were very similar.
His feelings for Harley, and Giuliano's for Simonetta, were equally deep. So deep that they had nearly been driven mad after the deaths of their loved ones.
Yet they were not entirely alike.
After Harley's death, Lawrence had remained calm amid his grief. He gave up art and plunged into the sea of medicine. He did not want anyone else in this world to die as Harley had. This was also Lawrence's revenge, as a husband, against the [murderer] who had killed his wife. Without a doubt, he had succeeded—though he had let down his son and the others who cared about him.
Giuliano, on the other hand, had been completely driven mad by Simonetta's death. He had attempted to use some form of magecraft to revive her, but not only had he failed, the rumors that arose instead turned Simonetta