"Wooo~"
The sound of sobs and cries, desperately subdued, echoed in the dark corner. Yet this cry, which might evoke sympathy in others, invited not comfort but ridicule.
"Tears are the most useless things in the world. They only show your weakness and incompetence, making you easy prey for your enemies!"
"What do you know? You understand nothing!"
The girl, with traces of tears still on her face, angrily lifted her head to look at the dark-haired boy on her bed, who was mocking her.
He was a cripple who had lost both arms, with large patches of blood scabs and carbon black left by flames, looking shocking.
Anyone who saw him would wonder, upon first sight of his injuries, how he managed to survive?
What incredible resilience and willpower must one have to keep the soul clinging to such a ravaged body, struggling for survival.
