Zold took a deep breath, preventing his emotions from taking over him.
He raised his head and swept his gaze across everyone, eyes full of quiet despair.
Seeing their continuous sympathy, his lips curved into a smile.
A broken, pathetic smile.
"… Aren't you angry?"
He asked.
The countless figures exchanged a glance.
Then, they looked at Zold, tilting their heads as if the answer to his question was the most obvious thing in the world.
And yet...
Zold couldn't understand.
"Why...?!"
Zold clenched his teeth, almost shouting.
His voice broke through the mist, demanding an answer.
But the figures simply shook their heads, sighing quietly.
"..."
Zold lowered his gaze, falling silent.
He couldn't understand why...
Why couldn't they answer him?
Why couldn't they speak to him?
"..."
In truth, they were already speaking.
They were already reaching out their feelings towards him.
It was him who couldn't hear them.
It was him who couldn't accept their feelings.
