Apollo blinked a few times.
"Know what I have done?"
Leon looked at him a little strangely.
"Yes. Surely you understand what I am talking about."
Apollo stared at him silently for a few moments.
"...I'm not too sure."
Leon let out a soft sigh.
"Do you still remember the time you held a knife up to your neck?"
Apollo's face twitched.
"...Yes."
Leon closed his eyes.
"I am talking about that day."
Apollo furrowed his brows tightly, as he recalled what that meant. It was the time that he killed his mother.
He took in a few deep breaths.
"I didn't think about that."
Leon shrugged his shoulders.
"You shouldn't feel too bad about it. I probably would've done the same thing in your position."
Apollo frowned.
"...You really have seen everything?"
Leon paused for a second.
