Nestled in a body exuding a faint sweet scent, Roland was manipulated by a multitude of intense emotions.
He couldn't speak, let alone form a coherent sentence. It wasn't merely because he was biting the elf's left hand, but also because his emotions were fluctuating so much. The waves of sadness, anger, guilt, hope, and despair, churned by the elf's soul pulsing against his body, were overwhelming. Roland, still a child, had not yet developed the unfeeling heart of stone required to disregard these genuine emotions and kindness; the boy who couldn't handle his feelings and stance was powerless.
The boy who was utterly helpless could only cry.
Releasing the female elf's hand, his mouth wide open full of a mix of fresh blood and saliva, his nose was also running. The boy who had lost everything, even a place to call home, remained motionless, tightly embraced by the elf girl, his throat letting out dry sobs.
"...waaaaaaah...ahhhhhh..."
