The drive back was rather melancholic.
Fatigue had washed over everyone from each group, injuries had piled up.
The worst injured currently was Relafan, so we just stuffed him in our car and drove away. He kept flickering in and out from the pain, the others seemed scared.
It wasn't anything big. I had seen him on the verge of death far too many times.
He wasn't even close to that situation, so I didn't have to worry.
Just like always, he would pull through.
And just like always, I would simply get stronger to avoid this happening.
The only one who could injure that bastard was me. I wasn't going to let anyone else do that. Even himself.
I, too, was fairly injured, but I was used to such things. On the contrary, none of the people around were still in touch with their inner child.
