"What are you doing, Chen?!" Jack growled. He approached the man who was still under Allen, his eyes raging with anger. "You don't know what you've done."
"I do, old man," Chen laughed hysterically. "I am reviving the horror that was brought upon me by the hands of the Fire Dragon. I'm reliving that moment, that time when I finally woke up from my endless nights of terror."
"That's the time you completely broke," Jack whispered. "It was my fault. If I just made you see a doctor earlier in your life, this wouldn't have happened. I'm sorry, Chen."
Chen's face softened. He looked at Jack who had nothing but misery in his eyes. The feeling of regret and resentment was evident in the old man's face as tears slowly crawled down his cheek.
"W-What are you…" Chen paused and looked away, seemingly to avoid the old man's gaze. "It's too late now anyway. The Fire Dragon's servants will come and we'll all die."