Then he straightened up, slowly raised his right hand, and gave her a military salute.
"On behalf of all soldiers, thank you for your support of us."
Memoria straightened her back, solemnly raised her right hand, and returned his salute.
Spreading his arms, Brook Xavier pulled her into a fatherly embrace, his hands resting on her shoulders.
"Little Mem, don't worry… if something really happens to Little Evil, I'll help you take care of him, until the day I die."
"Thank you, Uncle Brook." Memoria fought to hold herself together, the corners of her lips faintly lifted as she refused to cry. "He'll wake up. He promised me he would, he's definitely going to wake up. Little Evil… has never once gone back on his word to me."
Brook Xavier nodded; even this iron-blooded man's voice had gone hoarse.
"That's right, Little Evil has always done what he says he'll do."
