No matter how many times Sylas stopped him, no matter how many times he was caught, Rocco had to make sure they were safe.
"I understand how you feel, Brother. But… I still can't accept this. You promised. If you won't tell me… then no matter what it takes, I'll find them by myself!"
With that, he started wriggling and struggling with all his might.
Even Sylas who is always so composed, looked flustered as he tightened his grip.
Rocco was moving too wildly for him to control, and he seemed to be barely managing to hold him still.
"Ugh… Alright! Alright, I get it! Just—stop thrashing around so much…! If you put too much strain on your fragile heart, what will we do…?"
"…Fragile?"
Wait.
Did he just get insulted out of nowhere?
What was that supposed to mean?
He was the strongest, most energetic, ultra-invincible Rocco!
How dare Sylas call him fragile!
With an indignant huff, Rocco puffed up his chest.