But even as the words reached his lips, and he saw "the face" trickling down, Russell's spirit too seemed to drip and dissolve, yet he could never bring himself to speak them.
It was only after Russell had suddenly returned to his former self that Bad Day relaxed.
"It seems there's nothing left for me here..."
Bad Day offered a reminder, "Remember to let Saran make an appearance later."
But neither Russell nor Cui Que paid him any attention.
Big Dog shrugged his shoulders, carrying his sword as he opened the door and retraced his steps.
After Bad Day had left, Cui Que finally released Russell's right arm.
Sure enough, Russell's arm had turned a bit blue from the frightening strength of Cui Que's grip.
She lowered her head to look at her own handiwork, then suddenly felt a pang of regret, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
Russell, sitting in Saran's seat, answered seriously, "But this is proof of your love for me."
"...No mind reading allowed."
