Rise had felt absolute despair before. He also felt strong heartache once. He thought he already felt any of these emotions and that feeling them the second time would hurt less.
Thinking back, did he feel this kind of nervousness but tinged with anticipation? No, it was more of the combination of the two and an intense state of incredulity.
No preparation could prepare him at this moment.
The moment his hand touched the flesh, a weak consciousness seemed to immediately want to communicate with him. The low, confused whisper that resounded from within him.
[You're like me...] The voice sounded like a seven-year-old boy. Rise's breath hitched as the voice spoke once more.
[We are not supposed to be here.]
This time, the voice changed to that of a more developed voice of a teenage boy. However, it was obviously from the same speaker but with a different age.
