After a while, I opened my eyes in Karina's grandfather's workshop. Although I couldn't see the battle, we had won the war. I had gotten my revenge, but that wasn't all.
My wounds were bandaged and the open parts were covered with new metal. Karina's grandfather approached me uneasily and wanted to talk.
"Shou, you're awake, I didn't expect you to wake up for a while, but since you're awake, there's something I need to talk to you about," he said.
I knew the conversation wouldn't end well, but I listened.
"I'm listening," I replied.
"We managed to close your wound, but there was a problem with your metal suit. I had placed oxygen tanks on the back so you could breathe, but they were damaged during the battle."
"Can't you make a new one?" I asked.
"The problem isn't making a new one. The problem is that even if I do, your lungs can't take much more. And this metal armor won't keep you alive forever." he said slowly.
