*I can't turn back time, but what if?
What if I hadn't lowered my guard with my comrades first and Rubra later?
How would my life have been? *
Those were Eric's thoughts before Rubra hugged him in front of the whole Zolgas.
That night, after introducing Nemesis to the other two girls, he felt particularly tired...but again, the same questions tormented him.
The candle in the room had a little flame dancing on it.
It seemed dancing to ease him into sleep, but his ruthless mind wasn't sated yet and didn't allow him to sleep.
As if trying to negotiate with that peculiarly autodestructive part of himself, he focused on the task, creating the most realistic and satisfying simulation.
Eric lowered his eyes and saw a pair of hands full of calluses.
Those weren't the hands of a being with phoenix regenerative powers.
Those were the hands of a tamer that fought to wield a whip against the monsters he encountered.
