Ainsley evaded his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to take a look at this man anymore. If he didn't see the green scaly heart, he wouldn't believe it. Moreover, what did Sinclair say? Sharing the heart with him effectively cut off a series of rebirths for Sinclair?
He looked down at his chest and collected Sinclair's hand with both of his. His breath then hitched as he wheezed in a pained laugh. "Oh, my God. This is so messed up…"
Sinclair's eyes widened, but he kept his silence. It was the first time that he had seen Ainsley cry like this again ever since they had become adults. The friend didn't even bother hiding his tears or stopping the mucus from blocking his nose.
