「忠実」 ;; Simon was quick to spin Nahyuta around, pulling him into his arms with surprising gentleness. This grief…he knew it well. This piercing agony which numbed your very soul ‘till it was all you knew… he was determined to keep his lover safe from it. He would not see Nahyuta fall as he had.
The prosecutor said nothing as he gently caressed his monk’s smooth hair.
I am here. I am here, and I will not let this pain destroy you.
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
The monk felt Simon turned around, his jade orbs widened with surprise. Simon is… hugging him. Nahyuta breathed deeply as he closed his orbs slowly. He was tired to feel this way: losing his father without living to see the revolution happening. He and Apollo made it happen, for him… He knew his father is proud to the both of them… The warm hand gently caressed his long smooth lavender hair…
