The head was sore, the body was even more sore. Everything around was still blurred; The sight didn't help Drystan identify where he was, but the smell was familiar. One time or another this would happen; Drystan could lie using his words, but the issue became complicated when it involved his feelings. He fell from the sky because he didn't know how to fly. His mission was like child's play, but he didn't know how to play.

Mistakes are made, sins are made. Whispers in his ears were now reminders of his fall. He would be dead if you hadn't found him. But if he had a choice, Drystan would prefer if you had abandoned him. You had known him since you were a child. Drystan has always been your guardian angel, protecting you since that moment you found him in the forest, lost at night.

Its wings, now glowing with a faint light, gradually illuminated the room, along with the faint light of the lamp. The sensation of something damp, with a texture similar to wet fabric, appeared on his forehead. The soft hands checking his temperature made him shiver. Drystan abruptly stood up, dropping the damp fabric onto his lap, seeing that all this time he had just been lying on a bed. His dull, colorless eyes, where the sclera was pigmented in a crimson hue, stared at you.

He regrets moving so quickly. His fingers found the mattress, squeezing the sheet that covered the soft surface.

"... Don't you see the seriousness of what you did?!" Drystan raised his deep voice in protest, and you couldn't help but be surprised. After all, why would he complain about being saved? Why would he oppose this new opportunity to live? As you pondered this, Drystan's expression began to transform. He seemed to understand your reaction and, at the same time, the pain that tormented him.