"Why hold on?" Dodo asked.
"I thought you might fall." Milo glanced at Dodo's shoes.
They were so tall, stepping on them must be very painful.
Dodo smiled, "Don't have even that little bit of balance?"
"Right." Milo said indifferently, "I almost forgot, Hannah Clegg has always been very skilled."
Hearing him say this, Dodo froze for a moment.
Because it reminded her of the last time they met.
[Hannah Clegg, aren't you a good fighter?]
It seemed he had said something like that to her then.
She still remembers the pain when his fists and feet struck her.
That was the first time someone beat her until she lay on the ground.
"Remembering something unpleasant?" he asked her.
Dodo lowered her head.
"Almost nothing between us has been pleasant," she answered honestly.
"Yes," Milo's voice remained flat, as if he had no remorse or shame, as if discussing someone else's matters, "We are just gears on the belt of fate, being carried forward."
Is this how he viewed the past?
