She nodded soundlessly when his words made clear that this was no misunderstanding. Vitium could continue to claim that it was his blood she carried, but she knew that she could not doubt the evidence standing before her, holding the next generation created through sin. In the past, whenever she had gazed upon the scarred face with the blood red eyes, she had believed the similarity to be mere Lykoi. Her own obvious ignorance made her sad, but Samael had not noticed this either, so she was not alone. Her blood was still bad; at least that was something that had remained unchanged.
Then, he let the boy go. She grabbed hold of the small form and did not flinch as her hands briefly touched Samael's as the exchange was made. With Itachi pressed against her pacing heart the woman took a few steps back and away from the devil dressed in flesh. Her heart deserved to be black of hate for all the shit he forced her through. She blinked away the hot tears; stared at him without anticipation. "Thank you," were the words to eventually leave her lips. The Hydra wanted nothing more than to hate the man before her, but that hatred she held was not exactly pure.
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