Roland looked at the young nobleman before him, whose eyes were red-rimmed and shimmering with tears. He opened his mouth, but for a moment, found himself at a loss for words.
He waited in silence until Mason had calmed down, then spoke softly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mason. I didn't mean to reopen old wounds, but…"
His brow furrowed as he recalled the ghostly figure he had encountered at Distant Harbor. He finally decided to ask.
"I'm just a little curious… what exactly did the Truth Church do to save you?"
"To be honest, Roland…"
Perhaps because he had just vented his long-suppressed emotions, Mason seemed to have grown closer to Roland.
He changed his form of address naturally and shook his head gently.
"I'm not entirely sure about the details. I just remember one day…"
He furrowed his brow, trying hard to remember, a flicker of bleak resignation in his eyes.
