Jojo sat next to the new tiger beastman Sisi had mentioned before she lost consciousness; Uncle Marik. But he had no intention of talking to him. His mind was flooded with worry for Sisi.
Would Sisi be alright? Her wound was so terrible that Jojo felt distressed just looking at it.
He wanted to help her in any way he could. He had even planned to jump into the battle to defend her, even if it meant dying.
But he had been in this situation before with his father. He felt the exact same desperation and helplessness.
'Why am I not strong enough? I couldn't protect Daddy… now I can't protect Sisi either…'
Jojo wanted to cry. He had been taught not to, and he very rarely did. But whenever the thought of being separated from Sisi crossed his mind, the little wolf boy couldn't hold back his tears at all.
As his eyes welled up, he hugged his legs and buried his face in his knees to muffle his sobs.
