"It wasn't us, it was me."
Emma Campbell seemed genuinely interested in revisiting the past, speaking sincerely, "It was me who pretended to be weak and conveniently pushed Harry North into the mudslide. Below the mountain, Juliette Jones was waiting to fish him out."
"Then I fed him the elixir I had prepared in advance, and he became one of us..."
Ella Lacey instantly connected everything, "So... that night, the masked man who took me from Mount Glimmer to Blood Drinkers Den was Harry?"
"It was him," Emma confirmed.
"In the end, it was you and Vermes Marley working together to deceive me."
Ella Lacey couldn't help but lament, "I can only blame my youthful ignorance... I caused so much trouble; otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen off the cliff with Arthur, nor would I have allowed Harry to succeed in his assassination..."
"How would you have matured like you are now without experiencing these things?"
