Melchoir sat next to the lagoon with his back against a rock, lost in thought. How did his demise managed to show Kira his past. She didn't even talk about it. Maybe she knew he doesn't want to talk about it but he regret everything he did back at Zephiyah. He even had other women goodness and still she wasn't annoyed.
Melchoir took a small amount of snow in his palm and he put it in his mouth. Normally the snow was cold but to him it was warm.
"Melchoir." He looked up and saw Ralph who was standing a few steps away from him.
"Oh, hey. What's wrong?" Melchoir asked and Ralph sat next to him.
"Nothing."
"I'm scared Ralph." Melchoir said.
"Why?" Ralph asked looking at him.
"About Kira." Melchoir sighed. "My demise somehow showed her my past. She saw how Azrael treated me and Mia."
