Regrit had indeed snapped out of his rage, yet the surrealness of it all still remained in his churning mind.
He looked up to the girl offering her hand with puzzlement, shaking his head and blinking several times.
Even if it was for a mere instant, he felt as if it were his loving mother's voice and delicate touch that drew him out of the depths of depravity. Yet, out of all people… It was that girl…
He knew not her purpose, and in his current state, he cared not neither. All he knew was that she indeed saved him and risked much for his sake, that much he was certain of. And with that, he decided to grasp onto her offer of peace with little to no hesitation.
"Th— Thanks…" He grabbed her hand loosely, looking away to hide his reddened face as she helped him back up on his feet.
