"And Aera?" I snapped. "What about her? If she were still alive, the scar you gave her would have become a permanent tattoo by now!"
"I don't care!" she screamed. "I don't fucking care. I don't care about that wretched lowlife! She's dead already isn't she? Just do something! Mother, Yua, Toshiro, do something! Give me back my face! My face...my face...my beautiful face...give me back my face.."
She crawled towards me as she spoke, and held my legs, crying and begging me to give her, her face back. "My face Aito...please...my face...I want my face..."
Why couldn't she get that I can't do anything for her? I looked at Toshiro for help but he was busy nursing the injury Sakura gave him on the arm to escape while Yua was crying. Suddenly, my legs had an added weight and I looked down to find Sakura's mother, also crying and begging me.
