"Louis, I'm a person who deserves to die — nobody wants me alive in this world..."
Halfway through their drinking, before Louis could say anything, Sylus began clutching his head and roaring.
Louis squinted at him, his words meaningful: "No one is born deserving of death."
"Louis, you always like to preach morals, but you're not exactly happy yourself." Sylus smiled.
Louis: "..." He was sure Sylus was looking for a fight.
As if bored to death, Sylus pushed his glass away and said, "You're cruel — you make me remember things I shouldn't. If I could forget them, I could've been happy..."
"But it's okay. After all, I feel strangely relieved. I've avenged my parents. I dared to face the past — that means I've already won."
Louis nodded. "It's good that you know that."
"But—"
