Andros's hand brushed against hers as he tried to force her gaze to meet his. Desperation filled his eyes as he asked if she really didn't care, or if she was just pretending to be okay out of spite. He promised it wouldn't happen again, vowing to keep his distance from Szarina from now on. His words and actions revealed that he understood the boundaries he should have maintained as a married man, yet he had repeatedly failed to honor them. His deception and lies had eroded the trust between them.
Despite his plea, Celes felt a cold realization settle in her heart: Andros no longer mattered to her. The decision had already been made; she would be leaving soon. The anger and hurt seemed distant and muted, overshadowed by a sense of finality.
"Okay, I believe you," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion, almost mechanical. The words were a formality, a step towards the inevitable end of their relationship.