Demian's tears gradually fell as he watches the dust of his mother disappear. His knees have weakened as he stared at the empty space with his pupils dilated. He was still shocked because of what happened.
"If you only have come with us peacefully earlier, this wouldn't have happened," Falcon stated monotonously. "This is your fault."
"This isn't true…" Demian murmurs, still in denial about his mom's death. Slowly, his world seemed to crumble as everything sinks in. "This can't be happening…"
Falcon shook his head as he watches the pitiful boy. "That's it? That's the end of you?" he said while looking down on him. "Pitiful," he grinned.
He thought that if K is going to use this boy, he must have inherited some kind of powerful ability. "It must be something like Ash or Kithe's," he pondered.
"No...mom," Demian mumbled, still looking where his mom vanished, ignoring the approaching man.
