"What are you talking about, child?" Professor Dodge asked in a gentle voice, masking his own unease.
His sheepdog Hans, which he had raised for over a decade, had eyes that were shiny black, like a lake reflecting the night sky.
When Tony was inhabiting Hans, the dog's eyes shone brighter than usual, clearly reflecting his face. The dark, lacquer-like lake within those eyes seemed ready to engulf him.
He could feel that this sensitive, delicate child had noticed something amiss.
"Let's leave this place. Don't go near 'that place' anymore," Tony said weakly.
"Don't talk nonsense. Daddy is about to succeed. Haven't you also said that such research should not be continued? Daddy will steal those bad people's research results to cure you. All you have to do is wait patiently!" Professor Dodge emphasized, a statement he had repeated many times before.
