His expression was very composed, and Lorenzo realized this while climbing. He had doubts, but thinking that he chose to leave the room and forget about things related to 'it,' Lorenzo was no longer troubled. He trusted his own decision.
"Is that so..."
The Plague Doctor murmured, his gaze briefly meeting Lorenzo's before turning to look at the silent Iron Coffin and the darkness further away.
Now the Plague Doctor stands in the hall of Truth, and he is about to leave. He has obtained what he desired, yet his heart seems still not satisfied.
"What is 'it'?"
Something said to be a mistake.
Something one wants to erase but can't help letting it persist.
Countless hands seem to stretch into the Plague Doctor's chest, pressing on the heart, collapsing the lungs, and enchanting voices echo beside the ears, calling.
The Plague Doctor remained silent for quite a while before he made a sound.
