Saber coughed, clearly caught off guard by a sudden shift in atmosphere, and gave me a weird look as if asking.
What's with this sudden turn of pessimism?
He opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but the look on my face must've stopped him.
"Ha! It's okay," he said, ruffling his messy hair.
"You're not obliged to take care of everything for me. My life's not that bad, really. Compared to when I was enslaved, this is paradise. At least here, I'm free. People around here have dreams, you know, even if they're small.
"Working and improving yourself isn't that mad and for the future of the world, I don't mind hiding in the shadows like this."
I controlled my inner smile hearing this.
'He seems to have matured if not for those bad habits.'
I gave him a long look before glancing back out the window. Something caught my eye that made my stomach tighten—a group of pregnant women being led away.