"I'm really sorry," this phrase seems so hypocritical and superficial at this moment.
Old Hawke said this with a drunken, beaming smile as he reached out, seemingly trying to brush the foam from the liquor off the other person's clothes with his palm.
But everyone understood very well that it was impossible to wipe off the stains on the other's clothes by hand.
It was nothing more than an action devoid of meaning, a consideration without any effect.
So when he took such an action, pondering more about the issue, or contemplating the situation at hand, seemed out of place.
At this moment, it became a very overt and simple test that was evident to all who could see it.
"No, no need,"
said the guy who was doused with nearly half a body's worth of liquor, stopping Old Hawke from continuing such an act upon him.
There was no longer any need for many thoughts or choices concerning the issue.