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Hearing Aiwass's words, the old Inspector named William fell into a brief moment of silence.
"Ah..."
He hummed, emitting a nonsensical exclamation. It was as if he were about to recite a poem or groaning from a headache.
The elderly man stared intently at Aiwass— yet Lily felt keenly that instead of looking at Aiwass, the old Inspector seemed to be gazing at the air in front of himself.
He was lost in thought for a few seconds, then shook his head.
"...Oh, what were we talking about..."
he muttered under his breath.
After recalling for a bit, he suddenly clapped his hands as he remembered: "Jacob, right?
"Indeed, I still remember him... that was over a decade ago. Oh… about fourteen years ago. Yes, it was in winter... pretty much like now. The weather was even colder than it is today; it snowed heavily that day."
The more the old Inspector spoke, the more certain his tone became. The sealed memories gradually unlocked and took shape through his words.
