Inside Alcott's house, Arad stood in the living room, staring at his mother, who was asleep on the couch. He had expected her to be sick in bed, injured, or at least sleeping normally, but instead, he found her looking disheveled and more like a lazy person than an injured one.
Crumbled on the couch like a cat, one leg dangling down, and the other on the headrest. She drooled and was barely covered up with a blanket.
He still didn't understand the scope of her injuries, but it made sense considering what she faced. Cain Lisworth, the Mad God, mainly attacked the mind, and so she had ended up drained from energy, tired, and seven lifetimes deep into depression.
"She is out." Gojo looked at her and then sighed. "It's probably best if we let her rest."
