Chapter 42

I cried.

Not for my mistake.

But for the life that would pay for it.

For my selfishness, shame, my need to be perfect and my lack of wealth.

If only I was rich, then I wouldn't think of you in sadness.

Or your elder in pain, guilt...

I love you, but such words mean nothing.

Cause at the end you'll die

Just like the elder.

Crito smiled.