The red light collapsed onto the gang members' bodies and hundreds of cuts appeared all at once, accompanied by soul-wrenching pain. Atlas was the one to feel it the most, as dozens of old wounds from training reopened.
His mind went blank from the pain, and his body felt more numb than ever. With the little consciousness he still possessed, Atlas began to question all the decisions he had ever made. Were they right? Were they wrong?
He had no answer. A new thought gradually began to take root in his mind as he inched closer and closer to Death's doorstep.
'I've been seeing some decisions as wrong, but are they really wrong? Even if they seem wrong in the present, every decision usually has some good turnaround. Like the case with Yui's adoption. If I hadn't agreed, Rin would have become more closed off and Ellie wouldn't have expressed her feelings. We would still be living as slightly more familiar strangers.'
