"Brother. If this is a curse, why not let it fall on me? I'd rather be the one in trouble, not him. I'd rather be the one cursed, not him. You said it would hit a stranger, right? Even a stranger would be acceptable, rather than having nothing to do with him. I just need him to be alive, as long as he's alive, brother."
Even though Yigol Foster wasn't certain about what misfortune had befallen Gem Atkinson, he could generally understand from the sight of the sobbing person in desperation. He pulled the heartbroken and crumbling person into his arms, choked with emotion, and comforted her, "Sis, it's okay, it'll be fine. He's Gem Atkinson, the indomitable Gem Atkinson. You have to believe in him."
In the snowfall, only the quiet, flowing grief remained.
