What words can one say to a human facing death?
I too had been terminally ill not long ago, but that made me hesitate even more. Because back then, no words were comforting to me.
The silence wasn’t long. Pondering wouldn’t yield the right answer anyway.
So, I had no choice but to say what I always did.
“Isn’t there a way? If I contact the Great Witch or the Saint…”
“Ian.”
The Sword Duke, who had called me things like ‘brat’ or ‘kid’ until now. The point when he started calling me by name was roughly a few days ago.
It was a change worth being happy about. It meant I was being acknowledged that much.
Nevertheless, why.
Did the Sword Duke’s call feel this heavy?
I let out a sigh and turned my head away. As if wanting to avoid the Sword Duke’s flickering eyes.
“There was a time when I felt the same. To deny the already decided ending, I tried all sorts of things and was willing to throw away…