[Why would anyone do something like this to such a little kid...]
[I can't even begin to imagine what he went through...]
Berkah trembled slightly as he analyzed the tiny figure in his arms, the filthy rags clinging to the child's frail body, caked with sludge and dried blood that seemed to have accumulated for ages.
His wounds and the state of his body made Berkah wonder how he still clung to the breath of life.
[I want to save him but... Does he even want to live with all that he's been through?]
[I understand that he might be the key to completing this stage but...]
Berkah stared deeply into the child's eyes and spoke.
"Do you... Want to live?"
Berkah asked bluntly with a pained expression, he knew that it was irresponsible to ask such a small child who didn't even look like he was over the age of ten if he wanted to live.
