As Idiot completely passed out, little Bread was terrified. She wailed and frantically pushed against Idiot's chest, her tears flowing uncontrollably. Gazing at the unconscious Idiot and sobbing uncontrollably herself, amidst a stream of snot and tears.
At this moment, Idiot had entirely succumbed to unconsciousness, and with him, Crite's life was on the verge of slipping away. Yet, it was imminent, in this moment, his consciousness hadn't fully faded. As Idiot fell into a deep swoon, Crite, who seemed incapable of taking another step, whose steps were once rigid, moved.
"Tick…"
"Tick…"
The footsteps echoed in the darkness and ice, cold and merciless. Step by step, he moved slowly yet resolutely.
Crite, appearing ready to collapse, was driven by sheer willpower to reach the side of the senseless Idiot, and who had finally come within the reach of Crite's right hand.
