" What's that, her face is leaking" Ossa pondered as he noticed tears dripping down the little girls face.
Confused, he bent down, his face in front of hers " Hey don't cry, did I say something bad" with his bony hands he wiped the girls tears.
His memories was a mess, he would say things he did not know, confusing himself each time.
" Cry?! What's that" He wondered as he looked at the girls face, her nose dripping, her eyes puffed from the tears she released.
" Mors, is this also a gift from master, the word cry... I think it's... I don't know but I feel like that is what is happening" He inquired internally, wiping the little girls tears with his bony fingers.
[ Yes it's a gift, knowledge of this world]
The system lied through its imaginary teeth, keeping Ossa in the dark.
" So what does it mean, the word cry" Ossa inquired, his eyes solemn as he could feel the sadness of his master.
