"Say something, Mrs. Van Rudd, be it scolding or reprimanding, just say something."
Lorenzo's emotions were no longer fluctuating. He clenched his hand tightly, gripping the still-burning cigarette butt, as a faint pain flashed by.
"I'm sorry, sorry..."
"In the end, I'm still human. No matter what kind of power I have, I still can't change the essence of my heart. I'm a fragile human. I try my best to isolate myself from emotions because they make me vulnerable. But just like you said, living together for so long, even a dog would have some feelings."
Lorenzo mumbled in broken phrases, like a nagging old woman.
This feeling was truly terrible. He could endure the scorching fire and the slashing of a sharp sword, but the pain from within was unbearable.
"Did you kill him?"
"Who?"
"The culprit."
Lorenzo recalled the image of Moriarty in his mind, the man driven mad even as death approached in that [Gap].
