My blood was hot, but my body was cold due to blood loss. Saga's arm finally dropped back. He turned to Gallon's tombstone and waved tiredly: "Go away, I can't keep another person who killed my brother!"
Did I kill your brother? When this conclusion was thrown in front of me, I found that it stung me deeply. This was so unfair to me!
I climbed up on my hands and knees, gasping in pain, but I never wanted to be despised by Saga, so I still had a smile on my face, "I will return some things to you soon, take care!"
Everyone stepped aside, and I stumbled away, unwilling to stay for a minute longer. This may be exactly what I expected, a clean end, for my career, my hatred, and my love.
Conception: