Alina hadn't wanted to be kind to the villain at first. In fact, the thing she most wanted to do was spit in his face and tell him how much she hated him. How much he didn't deserve to live. How much he'd failed at life.
But something in his eyes...when Alina had seen those sorrow-ridden eyes...things changed. Things catastrophically changed. So much that she'd known she had to give him something. Chamomile tea and crackers seemed most appropriate.
"My mama always gave me chamomile tea and crackers when my stomach was upset," Alina said, setting the offerings on the nightstand that sat by the villain's bed.
Alexander made a pitiful attempt to act pleasant, and Alina found herself not repulsed...but grieved. What had happened to him to make him harm himself like this? Alina herself had had a pretty rough past, but it hadn't resulted in addiction or crime. No, she'd drawn closer to God, instead of running away from Him.
"Would you like to try something to eat or drink?" Alina asked.
Sighing, Alina shook her head. "I don't know. It just always made my stomach feel better. You don't have to try it, though."
Alexander clarified himself. "No, I mean...why are you doing this?"
"I already told you - God wants me here."
"No, He doesn't."
Alexander snorted. "He wants me to be miserable. That's what I know about God."
Tucking hair behind her ear nervously, Alina said quietly, "Why do you feel that way?"
"It's a long story."
"I've got time."