Anxia hugged Elliot tightly while rocking the boy's petite frame as if holding a crying baby. "Don't cry. Please, don't cry. I don't blame you for what happened, and why are you even blaming yourself?"
Elliot's hands gripped the cloth of his mother's clothes, trembling, and his crying intensified when he felt his mother repeatedly kissing the top of his head.
"Mama… you won't blame me?" Elliot asked with a trembling voice that could make Anxia's heart feel like it was breaking into pieces.
Elliot had always smiled at her for as long as she could remember, and the boy's black eyes shone like a beautiful galaxy. But the more she got to know this child inside and out, the darker the dark reality she found.
If Elliot had continued to stay in this place any longer, this boy's mental state would have been crushed beyond measure.
"My dear, I would never blame you. Whatever happens here, your father and I will never blame you. Remember it well."
