His eyes flickered up to meet Mithos's as he continued, a cold fear sinking into his chest. He couldn't say that this wasn't the Mithos he knew. The Mithos he knew was just like this - more angry than sad. This entire situation must be so much like when Mithos's own sister died...
No matter what he did, he couldn't make him feel better. Only Martel could do that, probably. But he continued to hold onto his hand tightly. Mithos was his friend. And Lloyd, Presea, everyone - they were Mithos's friends too, weren't they? Even if they couldn't save Raine. Even if Lloyd abandoned her when she needed him the most.
He shook his head. "Even if that's true, I can't leave without saying anything to them... They're not like other humans; they're our friends. They wanted to save her, too."
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No matter what he did, he couldn't make him feel better. Only Martel could do that, probably. But he continued to hold onto his hand tightly. Mithos was his friend. And Lloyd, Presea, everyone - they were Mithos's friends too, weren't they? Even if they couldn't save Raine. Even if Lloyd abandoned her when she needed him the most.
He shook his head. "Even if that's true, I can't leave without saying anything to them... They're not like other humans; they're our friends. They wanted to save her, too."