In moments like this, Salvatore de Marco was not a man of many words, a trait he seemingly passed on to his daughter. He listened to Damien, hands loosely hanging by his side, his colorful attire starkly contrasting with the lack of emotion he now displayed.
"[So, you've come to apologize, to live among us.]"
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly and glanced around as if to ensure who else might be listening to their conversation. But there was no one near them except for Damien and himself.
"[During your first visit, you did everything to ensure you couldn't live with us. You were proud, haughty, and arrogant.]"
The taller Salvatore smirked amusingly and shrugged.
"[What happened to those defining character traits of yours?]"
