That obsessive devotion had carried into his new life as well.
To Rocco, anyone who wasn't a cruel stranger was family.
But in this life, unlike the last, there were far too many people who fit that definition.
And it was overwhelming.
Because, for some reason, everyone was so kind.
Everyone was so kind to him, and Rocco found himself falling in love with everyone.
There were so many beloved family members, and he didn't know what to do with all of it.
'—Ah, Master! Did you get more stuffed animal friends? Don't forget about me, okay?'
'—Young Master! I heard you like soft things, so I got a stuffed animal for you... Wait, between me and these stuffed animal, which one do you like?'
Especially his first two family members he had made.
He had a particularly strong affection and attachment to those two.
They didn't deny him.