Raphael buried his head between his knees. In response to Able’s questioning, there was only a weak whimper.
Able’s momentum gradually subsided, walking along the edge of Raphael’s bed, silent.
“It’s useless to cry. The tears left by the relatives of Cremont and others can’t change their lives.” Able said: “I will believe you again this time. I hope you can Use your own power to atone.”
“Huh.” Raphael’s muffled voice reached Able’s ear.
Able sighed and stood up and said to Raphael, who refused to face himself, said: “Hurry up for dinner. It will be cold after a while. I hope your body will get better soon, after all, it will do your job. That task.”
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