Chapter 19 Avoiding Trouble, Losa 11_2

"In the end, it was my turn,"

"I hoped someone would help me, I wished just for a tiny bit of aid, just a little would have sufficed. And then, I suddenly thought of my own indifference, my selfishness."

"Given that, why should I expect help from others?"

"But Roslor, you helped me!"

"Roslor, do you know how I felt then?"

"It was like a beam of light coming through, shining right into my heart. I felt alive in that moment, as if I had just woken up from a long and terrible nightmare."

Billder looked at Roslor, pouring out his innermost thoughts.

Roslor, whose palm had been grasped by Billder, listened to this confession, his hanging hand involuntarily tightening its grip as he clasped that hand back.

Both men, flawed but still harboring that last bit of good in them, finally saw their true selves at this moment.

The two men stood face to face.

Different faces.

Different personalities.

But both felt as though they were looking into a mirror.