Seeing the atmosphere between his parents and Anna grow increasingly tense, Tuba quickly stepped between them to mediate. "Don't be like this. Everyone calm down, we're all on the same side here."
First, he flashed Anna a big smile before approaching his father's bedside, his hands reaching for the gun in his father's grasp.
"She really doesn't want to destroy the world; she just wants to go home, that's all. Come on, be good. You always listen to me, right?"
Roy, his face deathly pale, lacked the strength to even fend off an infant. He was left panting, his breath coming in faint, shallow gasps.
Anna looked at the blood-soaked bandages covering him and chuckled softly. "I'm afraid you won't last long even if I do nothing. You might as well try to be tougher. I wasn't planning on helping you anyway."
"No, Anna, you can't just stand by and watch him die! Have pity on this poor child who isn't even a year old! I can't be left fatherless so young~"
