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I had a friend once.

I had nothing else.

I was sure she was all that was good.

I was sure heaven existed behind those walls.

"…She said he was strong?"

"The young miss may have been exaggerating, but it’s worth taking a look. We could earn quite a sum."

What are they talking about…?

"Hm…I'll try to convince her."

"Father, what are you doing?!"

"Nothing, sweetheart."

"Why is he in chains?!"

"...He's just going to a new home."

"Father, you—"

"It’s not so bad. Think about it. The cats on the street you feed, they wander off sometimes and don't return. You can't do anything about it—it just happens. You won't see him again, it might not seem fair, but look—since you've been good, we can buy that pretty necklace you've been begging us for. And the hairpin too. (The countess pays well). All you have to do is not see him again. Just like a lost cat."

"..."

—

"Ian."

"What were you thinking? You looked out of it."

"…Just a bad memory."

"Brother, when you first met me, you said I reminded you of an orchard. why didn't you ever ask for the reason?"

"...I didn't need to know."

"Did you want to tell me?"

"Not really."

"Then I won't pry. Survival is hard, isn't it? It's okay to forget about those days. People who go on about “closure” and “forgiveness” don't really understand how hard it can be to remember."

"AGH!"

"Spar over! Agna: 1, Ilsun: 0."

"Dominic, can you help heal over here?"

"Sure."

I had a friend once.

She was never really my friend.

But it's okay now.

It's okay now.

It's okay now.