He knows, he knows everything.
Even at this moment, he still maintains his rationality and clarity, not influenced by the illusion in the slightest.
She is Valentina, but also not Valentina, just a phantom bearing her appearance.
"But... a phantom is ultimately just a phantom."
He looked deeply at the expression-frozen Valentina, his voice still gentle, he said softly:
"What I must do is finish this trial and then embrace you, the real you, truly."
The phantom of Valentina silently watched Herbert, forcibly pursing her lips.
Tears fell again.
Drip, drips, the teardrops gradually linked into a line, flowing down her cheeks.
"Alright, don't cry anymore."
At this moment, Herbert, who declared himself unfeeling, knelt on one knee in front of Valentina's phantom, lifted his hands, and fondly ruffled her hair.
"I am here."
In the end, Herbert still softened, making contact with the phantom.
