Russell closed his eyes and fell silent for a good while.
When he opened his eyes again, the complex emotions and slight moistness in his gaze made Lycaon's heart tremble.
—He had never seen Russell reveal such an expression before.
Russell's emerald pupils were always so clear as if they could reflect all the colors of the world, as if they could mirror each person's innermost feelings.
But the Russell of now seemed as if a thousand lives were flowing through his eyes.
He appeared to want to cry, yet felt relief and peace; as if he was joyous, but laden with despair; he hated something, yet felt happiness.
It was a way of bearing the lives of others that was similar yet distinct from the "Great Fusion" with "Andrew" and "Lycaon."
"I've seen many people cry before me."
