This time he was here, what about next time?

The Walters followed Adam's lead and walked away, one after the other, although their back weren't as proud and straight as they normally were. How could they lift their heads in good conscience when they were the culprits behind their little brother's current plight? Even though they were not directly involved how could they wash themselves of the responsibility of their little brother being on the verge of death?

How could their little brother who was otherwise invincible be in such a pathetic plight if they hadn’t forced him with the shackles of relationship to forgive their mother? No one spoke, a gloomy aura surrounded them as they walked out of the hospital.

No one saw Elizabeth who was leaning against the pillar and watching the theatre door, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been standing in the same position since she arrived which was shortly after Night Wing and the rest bought Emile. She never expected her son to want to embrace death rather than relieving the effect