"How did it feel to play the role of the great demon king?"
"Huh?"
"To be so drunk on your fantasies of becoming a protagonist to the point you lost yourself in the process?"
"What are you talking about?" Astin asked inaudibly, denial written all over his face, as a sudden flashback stuck on repeat before his eyes.
"Getting swallowed by memories that aren't yours, falling victim to the darkness corroded deep within the body you resided in as your own."
"That's not true." Astin clenched his head, swift stillness engraved upon his face, which a second before had been utterly disorderly. But now mystery had brushed past it, confusion evident as his lips gaped open slightly as though he were lost in his mind.
"The real Astin Buer would have been able to heal himself from the wound inflicted on him by Hiro's flame," Ryan uttered with a defeated sigh as if it were a pity, yet his face remained indifferent.
