Holding his head, Claude slowly moved away from the bed. His eyes fell on Elric, sound asleep.
Claude hesitated a lot, but then sighed in resignation.
"Why am I like this?" He spoke to no one as he placed the book in his pockets and walked out of the room.
Through the many houses with their oak frames and ebony lines, the huts of straw and mud ceilings, and roads made of studded stone and sand, he visited a bunch of them and grabbed ropes before putting all of them in a wheelbarrow.
After tying the handle with a rope, Claude pulled the wheelbarrow along as he made his way through the village. Past the herd of huts, the thicket of trees, and the files of fields.
His gaze landed on the emptied body of water in the distance. The reflection of the sky urged his head upward.
A chuckle left Claude.
"It really is pretty…"
Claude moved over to the many people Elric had left near the lake. From the pile of over sixty, only about twenty were still alive.
