Those eyes watched Fisher from everywhere, as if they meant to see straight through everything he was.
"What does this have to do with you? He and I have already secretly pledged ourselves to each other for life—no one can change that..."
"Oh? Really... but what if I told you I also like Senior Fisher, and want to be with him?"
In his arms, little Elizabeth grew frightened, clutching his sleeve hard, lifting those pleading, pitiful eyes to Fisher.
"No... don't go... Fisher... you're all I have left..."
Gasping for breath, Fisher tightened his hold around the small Elizabeth in his arms, rose to his feet, covered her eyes, and alone confronted that dense mass of mocking gazes.
"Don't look, Elizabeth."
"Mm..."
Little Elizabeth obediently buried her head against Fisher's chest, as if she had found a harbor to shield her from the storm, and lay there quietly, utterly still.
Yet the more at peace Elizabeth felt in his arms, the more Fisher's heart throbbed with pain...
