"... forty percent...?" Dean said, his lips trembling due to the shock and the frustration that he was feeling. He would like to be on the verge of tears, but he didn't have the strength to do even as much. He was dumbstruck, so he didn't react right away.
His eyes stared at Claire with guilt and sadness. He suspected that she needed to do something quite reckless to kill all those Dreads, but he didn't have any idea that she would go so far to protect him.
"Why?" a whisper left his mouth as his head lowered. He had a lost gaze now as if he was looking at something that was beyond this reality.
"Why? How can you ask such a thing?" Claire answered, feeling offended. "Obviously, I did it because I love you. Isn't it as clear as the sun when noon arrives? I love you, Silver. I have been searching for you my entire life. I struggled a lot to keep alive and have the opportunity to finally see you in person. All my life was devoted to you even before I saw your face.
