[Masked boy Perspective]
"Mr Masked..."
I awoke to the sound of sobbing. With effort, I lifted my head and saw that girl... what was her name again? Oh, right Iris. She was crying over my chest as if I were her father back from war. I gently pushed her head back and said:
"I'm alive."
I wiped her tears away with my coat sleeve. She gasped and said:
"Mr Masked, I... I'm sorry."
I raised a brow.
"Sorry? For what exactly?"
She whispered brokenly: "For the harm I caused you."
"Harm? You're seriously misunderstanding. My condition has nothing to do with you."
"Really?"
"Really."
She sighed while I studied her face. Most of the time, her behavior was like that of an innocent child. Which was strange.
A girl about my age, raised in a lab under the Custodians... there's no way they treated her as a human being. Yet somehow, she still kept her innocence.
Sure, the ghost removed the seal from her, but that didn't explain the lack of trauma.
