Saga raised his right hand and brushed Garen's cheek with his fingers, as gently as swan feathers. He looked into Garen's eyes. At that moment, perhaps it was just an illusion, something that had been broken between them seemed to be reconnected.
"You forgot, you hate me." Garen pushed his hand away coldly.
Saga turned his head wordlessly, his own shadow reflected in the bright shop windows on the street. Why does this torture continue? He looked at himself in the shadow, and the shadow smiled at him, but in an instant, the smile fell into pieces like a broken mask, leaving only cold cruelty and morbid persistence. He looked away, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed across his eyes. Could it be that only one party's complete disappearance can free them.