Halse had never thought that things would turn out this way, so disastrously against him.
No matter how he argued, he couldn't shake off the burden latched onto him, because this was the harsh reality he had to face.
Being accused of his crimes by those who had once been his comrades.
Undoubtedly, it was a deeply sorrowing matter, but it was also a consequence of his own decisions.
Because those things had already happened long ago.
Of course, not everything Luna had said was correct. Much of it was fabrication and exaggeration, all devised to frame him.
But there were certain things, that even she, with her wits, might have guessed correctly, and Halse was left with no room for rebuttal.
He knew, he had taken great care to keep his secrets, certain things that ought not to be known by anyone else.
But he couldn't stop others' conjectures, he could laugh off the nonsense, but for those they guessed right...
