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Merely by existing, I could help others.
Make myself "useful".
——That might have been Russell's original wish.
Watching Miss Morgan's eyes brimming with tears...
Russell felt as if he were looking at himself from bygone days.
That was himself before he came to this world, a wish that had taken root and sprouted since his childish years.
The ever-swelling tide of emotions surged like the waves at high tide.
The pale, wild flames finally become uncontrollable.
Igniting from the bottom of his eyes, they entirely consumed Russell's field of vision.
The entire world was scorched by the white flames, curling up like a photograph held to candlelight...
The roaring of machinery by his ears gradually faded away.
The dim world before his eyes became comparatively brighter.
The familiar Lower City District and Miss Morgan had disappeared.
Hands clasped together, the sensation was undeniably real.
