The stone was her dagger, everything she could grasp to shatter those shackles.
"But now, don't even mention a stone, even a sword can't kill you, right?"
Selyu said unceremoniously, now Lorenzo was her shackle.
"Can't help it, we do have a life-and-death bond, right? Borrowing your little life for a bit isn't too much."
Their relationship was somewhat distorted; clearly, it was a criminal and a hostage, yet under that bizarre trust, it was like friends on a joyful journey, reminiscing about the past, talking nonsense, and then happily walking towards death.
Selyu suddenly understood why Lorenzo got along well with Oscar; someone who could write such damn stories must understand Lorenzo's mindset too.
