"Whimper... whimper whimper..."
In the woods not far from camp, Magre sobbed like a bullied child, crying his heart out.
"My Merica...my Merica..."
The thought of the only woman he ever truly loved now lying in the arms of another man—and that man threatening him never to bother her again—made Magre's tears unstoppable.
"It should have been mine... mine..."
The more Magre thought about it, the more heartbroken and resentful he became, causing his tears to overflow, and even his nose began to run.
Such a pitiful state had not manifested in Magre since he was seven years old, indicating the depth of his sorrow.
"I won't give up... I definitely won't..."
Magre kept convincing himself with unending determination.
"There must still be a chance... a chance..."
Though the threat of Shane made Magre feel like collapsing to the ground, the thought of giving up on Merica was something he truly couldn't do.