A shiver ran through Ramon. The sound and the tone—he did not know why—but he felt a trace of fear, and that very sensation only fueled his rage.
What nonsense is he spouting! Damn it, what is this feeling? He's just a dying man rambling—I'll kill him and throw him to the rats as food! naaah~I'll devour him myself!'
Ramon stared at Miguel before him, unable to understand what he was talking about.
Had nearing death made him emotional—were these his last words? But that scar of his…
He watched him closely. Despite his anger and his desire to end Miguel's life quickly, he could not bring himself to approach without paying heed to the feeling that had seized him moments ago.
Let's see what he does first, and then we'll decide what to do with him. That was Ramon's thought.
A bloody smile spread across Miguel's face, like a man returned from death.
