A few moments later.
"...You should've told me about this…" A deep frown marred Cassius's features as he finally let go of the shy bunny-like girl.
As she only now got a breather, Grace took a second to steady herself. It was also at this point that she noticed that all the blood on her hands had disappeared. More importantly, however, was the contemplative expression Cassius was making.
'...Has he somehow figured out about my illness…? That can't possibly be the case… Even the most well-renowned of Spiritual Doctors in the world were unable to identify my illness. Only those of my kind were able to discern it and… tell me how long I had left…'
"How long?" asked Cassius.
"How long?" Grace parroted, confused. 'It can't be…'
"How long do you have left to live? A year? Two years? Longer?"
'He knows…'
