She didn't know how to redeem a soul that had already fallen into hell, but she had already given up and let it wander and fall. She didn't know that he was so persistent, hurt him, abandoned him, watched him cry, let his heart break, but she couldn't let him abandon her.
He knew that her heart was as solid as ice and never melted, but he knew that it hurt to see her alone. He knew that she regarded life as an ant. He didn't know if she was as useless in his heart, but if he let him go, he couldn't do it. Love had already penetrated into the bone marrow, and abandoning him would be breaking his heart.
How can a person be truly powerful? . . .
Is he her salvation, or is she his destruction.
So what if she falls into the Abi Hell forever? So what if the three thousand fingers wrapped around her softened into a sharp sword?
Do whatever it takes for her! But how could she let him destroy and change for her. No way!