Balance

Amelia's first instinct was to run forward to him. However, she didn't. Rather, she couldn't. She had hurt him already. What if she ended up hurting him again?

Relief and panic made her sob into her fist. She yearned to be held by him again but her fear made her stay out. Jibril groaned, listening to the familiar voice sob.

He wasn't at his best moment but he needed to be so bad. The general didn't need to be a genius to understand what was happening.

Beside him, Angelo hangs his head low as exhaustion sets in. Whenever he healed on his own, the energy he used was double the amount he would have used if Lily was pairing with him.

Regardless, it wasn't exhaustion that put that look on his face. It was the feeling of failure that slowly rose in his chest.

He had panicked after breaking into the house. The stench of blood was probably something he couldn't forget at any time. It was because he failed to protect his little brother.