"Your wish is my command, Your Majesty."
Fabian watched Lilou's back as she jumped forward, luring the rebels away. Since her blood was pure, these undeads and abnormals would easily follow the scent of her blood.
"She had decided," he muttered as his jaw tightened, thinking that no one would stop her anymore. "She never changes."
To Fabian, he understood Lilou's reasoning for wanting to fight the rebels all on her own. That was to carry the deaths of those innocents. He had already realized this when someone transformed into an undead. They were even more surprised than him as they slowly lose their control, agonizing at the pain of shifting.
Fabian might not have the heart to sympathize, but Lilou was different. She didn't want these people — her people, from soiling their hands even more. She would rather carry the guilt of the deaths of the rebels, who were simply deceived by wicked individuals like Stefan and Zero.