"Take good care of your injury." Brandan stood up from the sofa and said softly, "It's almost noon. I have to go back to her."
Alex nodded.
*
"I've already made up my mind."
The weather was nice. Iris walked over to open the window, letting the breeze blow away the scent of alcohol in the air.
Brandan sat on the bed, pausing slightly upon hearing this, then looked up at her.
"After you recover, I'll go back to Casselvia with Henry Ford." She stood by the window looking at him, "I'm sorry."
Brandan tightly clenched his fingers. Perhaps he had anticipated this outcome from the start, but facing her so lucidly at this moment, he found it unbearable.
"I want to see her," Iris said softly as she noticed the dark expression on Brandan's face.
"Even if it's dangerous over there, you still want to go?"
Iris nodded, "Yes."
"..."
Brandan stayed silent for a long time before asking, "To you, what am I?"
"Brandan..."
