Dante averted his gaze, tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes again.
Why would this man even ask him such a question? Did he not see that he couldn't bear the shame to live in this world anymore?
"Why... Why are you doing this...?" He muttered in his weak voice, but instead of answering his question, the man slowly withdrew his hands and turned his attention towards Blair Anderson.
"You have to live." The old man's dignified voice echoed, his heavy steps followed right after as he walked over. "It's not over yet. I know who you truly are. Gloria didn't put you close to the Alpha sovereign for nothing."
His sterling gray eyes briefly glanced at the pool of blood forming underneath the gurney, and when his solemn gaze finally shifted towards the pale face staring at him, Blair puffed out his chest and sighed.
