"Well, would you look at that. Good. Good. Life is short, drown them in love and sex. So much that they would never regret binding themselves to you."
Then I remembered that this Phantom had already lost his {Kindred}. His words must have stemmed from his own personal experience. Taking them to heart, I saluted him with the Hellsend Brofist.
"Thank you for your advice."
"Hahaha, don't worry about me, son. I will not last long. I will see my wife soon enough. I have just enough for one last fight."
Hearing his words, I knew better than to question him. For someone who has lost the love of his life, not many would want to go on living.
That was why children were considered necessary, because they were the only thing that would keep a person from killing him or herself out of grief.
George R. Clay wanted to die. And he knew exactly how to do it.
