She glanced back at him, frozen in place, not knowing what to do, and then she returned her gaze to her father's face. His skin paled, turning greenish slightly as time progressed. There was nothing to say. Grave Grim observed from his stand, saying some things sometimes about that the dead mustn't be in their dimension… That he would fix her eyes so she could be like everyone else when seeing the world… That she should let him rest in peace…
The card in his hand flickered, calling out to her. She picked up, her body shaking. It was a card with a zero and a scenery of a prairie. It was empty. He was clutching to it tightly, as if he was protecting it.
"This is what I meant when I said I needed to be strong," her voice broke, full of sadness and regrets. "I had the ability to learn and you just had to come and hinder it continuously saying you were protecting me. What? What will you say? You didn't expect this to happen. Let me tell you this! It was bound to happen."
