"You cannot kill me, don't forget the faith you serve!"
Gami kept retreating, shrinking into the corner; he was unclear about what was happening to York and only relied on the faith that bound York tightly, hoping it could save his life at this moment.
Indeed, faith, for faith, York could let his sins go unpunished, for faith, he died so laughably, for faith, he would certainly spare him.
"I know, I know," York's voice was cold and ruthless, a twisted smile echoed in his throat, "Don't be afraid, child, I can feel the same pain as you."
Gami looked up, then he realized that the thorny chains were completely wrapped around York, and each movement, each punch made the chains bind tighter, the barbs digging deeper into flesh.
It was unimaginable pain, and Gami wondered how York endured it; what broke Gami more was that under this torment, York could still smile.
He reached out and stroked Gami's head, whispering, "Child, I will endure the pain with you, you are not alone."
