"I can't control it."
Amen said, looking at the red flask in nervousness, and cold sweat ran down his back as if he lost this red flask; his hopes of a cure would be crushed.
"Can't control it? Everyone dies around you, huh? If so, why the hell did you come to a populated city?"
Kiernan asked angrily.
"I had to. Only way I can be cured is with that thing in your hands. I've been looking for that anywhere, but I finally found it here."
Amen said.
"If you get cured, will this death curse also be cured?"
Kiernan asked.
"…I don't know."
Amen said.
"Can you remove it now?"
Kiernan asked.
"…No."
Amen said.
"Why not?"
"I cannot control it. I never had anyone to teach me how to control it. If I don't drink that cure, I will unwillingly keep doing it, and many more will die."
Amen said.
"…You better learn to control it then and make a way to remove the death curse."
Kiernan said.
"I have been trying, and I can't do it!"
Amen screamed.
