"It's no use… We've come this far, yet they aren't willing to help at all."
At the end of the road, the leads that they've followed so far led them to nothing at all. The few people who had some sort of contact with the vegans all had something in common other than their cursed scars.
'They don't want to involve us in this mess.'
Bob realized it too, the uncanny stubbornness of the cursed people. Their manner of speaking was too aggressive as if they wanted to push him away.
"But this isn't the end of things, you know," May said and sat down beside him with Lavanuk still in her embrace.
Late in the afternoon with the sun ready to set, they were taking a break in a random street in the city and despite Lavanuk's size, she sat snuggly in May's hands as if she was a stuffed toy.
"I know… Ahaha. Sometimes, life just doesn't go your way," Bob's laughed dryly.
