This was a terrible meeting, even a bit sad. In Arthur's understanding, this old friend in front of him had died the moment he entered Black Mountain Hospital over a decade ago. Although his body still existed, and he retained some childish rationality, Arthur knew very clearly at that time.
Cole was already dead, Mordred was dead too. At this moment, the body hid nothing but a rationality corroded and eroded to a great extent, a muddled soul. The doctors only refrained from performing euthanasia on him out of some ethical reasons, after all, his research value had been completely extracted.
Arthur could never have imagined that, after so many years, Cole could actually converse with him rationally, it was simply incredible.
"It feels nice to be able to think again."
