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When he stopped crying and calmed down once more, he let go of me and distanced himself a little.
"Are you okay now?" I asked.
"Yeah. Thanks." He smiled.
That's good. I'm relieved.
Then he started talking.
"I never would have thought we need to pass this area for us to get to the orphanage." He started. "It's been awhile since I've had a panic attack. Ten years now, I guess."
"Brother… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have signed you up for this. If not for going to the orphanage I lived in, you wouldn't have recalled some painful memories." I said, lowering my head, totally guilty.
Some memories are not meant to be recalled.
…My memories may be so too.
"No, Mia. You were right. I'm not alone anymore." He patted my head. "I need to overcome this. That's what it means to be a strong person, right? And I am definitely strong." He said, returning to his arrogant personality.
But, that did comfort me.
I raised my head and looked at him.
"Favorability now 70."
