Elise and Ian then saw Ernest walking toward the staircase. His expression was solemn and his lips were pursed tightly until he come to a stop at a certain room. He took a moment before knocking the door. A second passed as Dalton opened the door, meeting Ernest and looked at him in surprise. It was a well known fact how both Mr. and Mrs. Lone, always locked Ernest in the dark room. Therefore, the fact Ernest standing in front of him was a surprise which gladdened Dalton greatly.

"How did you come here?" Dalton asked with a large smile on his lips. From the bottom of his heart, the older young man was happy to see that now Ernest could roam the house entirely. "It's great that finally father and mother had come around. They know understood what they have done was wrong. I do think my conversation with them last night might have helped them changed their minds."

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"Even though you had always tried to talk to them for hours every evening until night," muttered Ernest.

"Oh, how do you know that? Well, it's embarrassing. Even though I had tried all my best to help them get over Jeremy's death, I am still lacking in convincing them until know. I am glad you can be outside now, Ernest," Dalton pursed his lips, appearing to be shameful, "Even though it had always been your right to enjoy the sun, my parents have robbed those from you. I am sure seeing how you can walk around now, they have changed their mind for the better."

"Or the worse," whispered Ernest again under his breaths but this time, he had spoken it in a very low tone that Dalton couldn't hear the voice at all.

"Come on in. The rooms haven't been clean but you can use my room. I will use the guests room tonight," Dalton suggested and although Ernest followed him from behind, he shook his head.

"I want to ask you something, Dalton," Ernest's eyes looking at Dalton was solemn and serious.

Despite the tense air, Dalton was one to smile, always loosening the tension of every room he was in, "Why do you need to ask me? Go on, tell me what question you want to know from me."

"Even though your father and mother plan to kill you would you not resist? Would you let them kill you? And would you ever, even for once forgive them?" Ernest didn't know emotions in his heart. When his father had died, he felt indifferent. He felt nothing, even as he was the sole witness to the murder, hearing the gruesome cry of help and sounds of staving, he remained to feel nothing at all.

It was different when his older brother, Edgar had died. For once he felt empty, it was different than an indifference. The emptiness he felt, made him felt sluggish. It was as if he was walking but doesn't know where was his destination. Like a person who had lost something but was still confused at what he had lost. It made him frustrated. Perhaps if there was a good adult near him, they would have taught him those emotions was sadness and sorrow but Ernest had no one to teach him anything.

Elise watching this didn't know if she should feel pity toward Ernest. In all honesty, she didn't want to forgive the man, less to pity him. But from what she could see, Ernest was a victim. He was a victim from the abuse of his first foster father, Mr. and Mrs. Lone, and also he had been guided by the worse person anyone would ever wish to which was Apollyon. With Apollyon being beside Ernest, it had only put Ernest to the worse path rather than the better one.

Dalton was slightly taken aback by the question but not because he didn't have answer but it was because he had never thought of the answer before, causing him to take time to think. After a while he said, "You might think it is foolish but it is in my blood. I would feel scared like other if I knew my parents would kill me. As a human, I think it has been in my blood to run away in first sight of danger. Therefore, I will resist. I would perhaps have to know their reason before choosing whether or not to doe and Ernest, I am someone who always want to believe in the good side of people, I will forgive them but I won't ask you to do the same. Is this about your birth parents?"

Dalton looked at Ernest in concern. He had thought the question that Ernest asked was a question of Ernest's past, all without knowing his own current predicament.

"If they say it was all for the good sake of your own family? Will you die for them?" Ernest looked at Dalton's eyes. The more he looked at him, the more he wondered if Edgar's smile would look similar to Dalton's as both of them had a heart of an angel, possessing a kind and gentle soul.

Dalton only showed Ernest a smile. The answer was clear as knowing Dalton, he would gladly sacrifice his life for other's happiness.

"Why do all kind people like you never—" Ernest was out of words and he pursed his lips. "I can't ever be like you. If my parents tried to kill me, I would have killed them back. It's the rule of life that the stronger will always win and the weak, they would be stomped by others."

"Ernest," Dalton looked more worried at the words Ernest said as anger was imbued in it.

"Dalton. I have always wondered but who would protect the weak? It is the job of the strong to protect the weak but the truth is, the stronger will always abuse the weak. I want to be strong. Strong enough to protect those who are weak to me," Ernest said the words aloud before stepping out of the room, bursting through the doors. Making his way toward the other side of the room, he noticed Apollyon without looking. "Fine. We kill them."

"Of course, I can tell based on your cool statement earlier but if we are going to kill them. It would be on my own method," Apollyon grinned.

Ernest only gave him one sideway glance, toward Apollyon who didn't have a body but had used the medium of a small oval mirror. "I don't care. Their life is what i want."