Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 243

Eve

I blinked, her words sinking deep—like a balm and a wound at the same time.

I was not the girl I was before.

I had a voice now. I had strength. And even if no one ever gave me the benefit of the doubt, I would give it to myself.

When Amelia returned from the bathroom, she found me sitting a little straighter, my breathing even. I still didn't know what I was going to do—but I knew I had to at least ask.

She sat back down with a warm hum, folding her legs beneath her. "Better?"

I gave a slight nod. "Trying."

She waited. Patient. Unpressing.

"Can I ask you something?" I said finally, voice hoarse. "Something weird."

Her brow rose. "You may. And weird is sort of my specialty."

"I've been thinking," I murmured, watching the way the light hit the screen of the phone. "About evil."

Amelia glanced at me, her expression unreadable. "That's a loaded topic."

I gave a dry smile. "Isn't it?"

She didn't interrupt, so I went on, voice low, slow.

"What if there are two evils in a story… and one of them steps forward to expose the other? Does the second evil still count if it's the first one doing the talking?"

Amelia leaned back slightly. "You're being very poetic."

"It's just a question."

She studied me. "Well… if we're being pragmatic, it would depend on what they're exposing. The world doesn't care about who's worse. It cares about who's useful, and who's right."

I nodded slowly. "So even if the first one is already condemned—already stained—they could still matter, if what they say is true."

"It's possible."

"But would they be believed?"

A pause.

"Only if what they say can't be ignored."

I looked at her then. Carefully. "And if exposing the second evil makes the first one's sins… lighter? Would that be convenient? Or truth?"

Her smile flickered, just slightly. "That would be… very convenient. And convenience, Eve, tends to make people suspicious."

She leaned forward, folding her hands. "If evil wants to speak, it better come with more than just words. Otherwise… words from the mouth of evil stay just that. Words."

Amelia's words sat with me. Heavy.

If evil wants to speak, it better come with more than just words.

Otherwise, it's just noise.

I stared at the floor, my thoughts turning in slow, spiraling circles. What was proof, anyway? What counted? Who decided?

And then Amelia spoke again, softer, like an afterthought.

"In cases of two evils," she said, lifting her eyes again, "things of substance tend to reveal themselves more easily than most believe."

I frowned, lifting my head. "What does that mean?"

She smiled faintly. "It means… truth has a strange way of clinging to the edges of things. The quiet things. The forgotten things. A misplaced thread. A sound you didn't notice until it wasn't there. The train in the background. The partial photo on the wall in the captured image. That is how murderers and kidnappers are caught—when a little detail blows everything wide open."

My own heart slowed in my chest.

"A what?"

Amelia shrugged, sipping calmly. "The world is made of patterns. And it's the disruptions—those tiny, wrong details—that say more than confessions ever could."