Albert's gaze faltered, his uncertainty visible in the way his shoulders slumped. He shifted uncomfortably, as though the weight of his own thoughts was becoming too much to bear. "I… I think so. I don't know. I just can't shake this feeling."
Satoru let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His usual cheerful demeanor was completely replaced by something much more serious, much more grounded. "You're too nice for your own good, Albert," he said, shaking his head. "No wonder Eugene kept targeting you. You've always been too soft-hearted."
The words weren't said with malice but rather with the blunt truth of someone who cared deeply for his friend's well-being. Satoru wasn't trying to scold Albert, but it was clear he wanted to make him understand the gravity of the situation.
