"Opus, sooner or later you'll encounter such things too. We are all undead, and no one can accompany us to the end. In the end, it's only us."
Serey's gloomy mood didn't last long. As an undead, he had long learned how to manage his emotions over the endless years, so he always appeared overly cheerful, fearing that sadness would catch up with him.
Glancing at Opus, Serey shifted the topic to him.
"And you? You've been an undead for a while now, how do you feel about it?"
"I'm okay... at least I feel pretty happy now," Opus said.
"You speak as if a beggar who got some food feels like the happiest person in the world," Serey saw through Opus at a glance, "If someone loves you, she should wish for you to be even happier."
Even happier?
Opus was a bit confused. From his experience, such things were indeed too distant and unfamiliar to him.
