Bologue and Serey stood before the grave, both silent, neither breaking the quiet. All that was left was the faint sound of breathing, the breeze rustling the leaves, and the belated sound of waves.
What is Serey thinking about now?
Bologue tried to fathom Serey's inner mind, this Night Race Lord possessing an extremely complex and contradictory psyche; even if his heart were truly extracted from his chest, the truth would still be obscured.
Is Serey reminiscing about his moments with Aisha? Or praying to Aisha, yearning for some ethereal assistance?
Suddenly, Serey asked, "Bologue, do you think I'm a coward?"
"I don't know."
Bologue answered honestly, "Human nature is complex and multifaceted; a single word is insufficient to describe a person's entirety—that's too simplistic."
Serey asked, "Are you comforting me?"
"In a way," Bologue replied bluntly, "You're crucial to the next operation. To ensure everything goes smoothly, I need your emotions to remain stable."
