"Professor, you're… sick…"
Vanitas said nothing.
From the clues here and there, it was not difficult for Karina to piece the truth together.
"…Just like my mother…"
She turned to face him fully.
"How long do you have left…?"
Still, Vanitas did not answer.
"Okay."
Karina lowered her gaze. Without another word, she relented anyway. He clearly didn't want to tell her. And Karina was in no position to demand answers from him.
As they turned to look, past Vanitas was coughing and wheezing as though in the middle of an asthma attack. He nearly collapsed outside the hospital entrance before someone hurried forward and caught him by the arm.
"Are you alright?"
The Vanitas of the past looked up, struggling to breathe.
"I'm—Cough! …Fine"
"There, there…"
The man supporting him was none other than Romulus Neuschwan.
Yet there was no recognition in his eyes. And just as surely, Vanitas did not recognize him either.
"...."
Karina bit her lip at the sight.
