YN'S POV
It's been week since he killed him. Week since he was back to his close of personality and silence. I understood he was affected no matter how much he tries to not show. The funeral was held on this same island the next day, everyone went to attend it. I couldn't. I didn't. His words from the night  ran in my head. You shouldn't be mourning to something you don't owe.

I owed him the start of my new life but he diminished every oath of respect, gratitude and gratefulness the moment he chose to do something to hurt my life, my Ava just to chase me. Besides, it will be an insult for the alive person if I bow to a corpse even after knowing the deeds. I couldn't do that. Not for a moment let him see that I felt something for the man he ended.