"This…"
"…How did we get into such a mess…?"
Sitting beside Celestina, who was chained to the wall, Yelena held the piece of paper out in front of her. She leaned in as well, and together they read what Lumine had written.
Their faces kept shifting—first pale, then dark—while Lumine, of all of them, felt almost elated.
He had taken another gamble.
And he had realized something crucial.
As long as he did not speak about going back in time aloud, he could still communicate it.
Honestly, the overwhelming relief he felt at that moment was the only reason he was not crying from happiness. The mere thought that he might have had to figure out how to get everyone out of this situation alone had already felt hopeless. But now, not only could he rely on Yelena's help—he could rely on Celestina's as well.
That meant there was a chance.
A much better chance.
His burden had not disappeared, but it had become lighter.
At least a little.
