This time, upon hearing the answer, the statement that Kei had so dreaded and pushed back with all his might, he could only stop, and his limbs became suddenly so heavy that he soon felt he had to collapse to the ground. He brought his hand to his chest and looked at his friend, his face ravaged, or more precisely the back of his friend, who did not feel the agonizing distress of Kei, continued to advance.
It was the very image of their relationship. Again and again.
But when Miron wanted to address his friend to make a mocking remark about the decoration of a mansion and did not find him at his side, he stopped too and turned around. Then he discovered the misery that his friend was showing. A misery that seemed so deep, so unbearable that he almost jumped, felt a slight sadness himself and wondered about its origin.
Then he tried to remember their last exchanges and quickly understood what it was.
Then he laughed and shook his head before resuming his walk.