No glory, no wealth, no one will remember you.
You are merely pure weapons, having sacrificed everything for that lofty ideal, but on that night, you turned back to find those you swore to protect had become something even more despicable than beasts.
How sad it is, wouldn't you agree?"
Abigail smiled as she looked at Lorenzo, having thought that beneath the heavy protective clothing would be an old woman, but in reality, Abigail's age seemed similar to Lorenzo's, carrying the approachable demeanor of a doctor, yet at this moment, in Lorenzo's eyes, she was like a demon.
"You lost everything on that night, your friends, your faith, your past, everything you held onto seemed so ridiculous in the face of human desire.
Indeed, it's too painful, isn't it?"
The voice echoed clearly in Lorenzo's ears, stripping away all the cruel past, one blood-stained, shattered face after another flickered before Lorenzo's eyes. He whispered.
"Shut up..."
