"Let go." The man in white said with his eyes closed, his voice so cold that it almost hurt someone.
"Where should I put my hand? Is there anything else I can hold?" The woman in red stared at the man, seeming to be laughing at herself.
"What you can't let go of will eventually become a delusion."
"If you had even the slightest bit of faith in me, how could you be so delusional?"
"How can you expect me to trust you now that things have come to this?"
"Haha... If you have the intention, why worry about not having faith..."