"... Erwin," Zarya muttered as she looked from afar.
I could see my younger self, battered and exhausted. But I didn't feel pity for myself. I just looked at Erwin as if it was the last time I would be able to see him.
Little did I know, it really would be the last time.
This dream… It wouldn't last for an eternity. It would only last until I opened her eyes to the cruel reality.
"That potion… I should have known that you needed it. I should've known that you were also hurt."
Now that I was looking at the old man's back, I could see the long gash at the back of his left leg. It was a claw mark, evidently enough, running from right under his buttocks down to the back of his knee.
How could I not have seen that?
How could I have been so selfish to take the potion for myself?
I knew that I had no choice back then. The man forced me to drink the potion in order to liberate me from the pain.
