I walked over to Amelia, who still had her eyes tightly shut, holding onto her legs and forming a small ball. Usually, I wasn't good when it deducted what people were feeling; however, looking at her right now reminded me of myself. Or, at the very least, it reminded me of my past self when I had fought against the first demon I had seen.
I could understand what she was going through. She was scared, maybe even traumatized, that something so evil could exist in this world. She had seen Zero, but he was special; he couldn't actually be considered a demon, and considering that the person who became one was so close to her, he must have made things difficult… even that part was similar to my own situation.
I didn't have the right words for her, and no one could have them since she would have to be the one to fight through all this pain… by her own means. Still, I would do my best so that she doesn't lose herself like I did back then. That was the best I could do for her.
