"So ten years ago, was it Bola who killed Lancelot in the end?"
Lorenzo walked ahead, casually asking, and without waiting for Galron to respond, he continued talking to himself.
"Never mind, who cares anyway? It's already been ten years."
After hearing Galron's story, Lorenzo led the group toward the deck. Along the way, he mulled over the various conflicts from ten years ago, but eventually found his peace.
That was already in the past; according to Bola and Galron, the stories were similar, yet they differed in the nuances that determined the story's direction.
Lorenzo was too lazy to keep dwelling on these matters. No matter how bizarre the stories might be, they couldn't escape the limitations of those involved in them.
"I really look forward to seeing you return to normal, Froki."
He glanced to his side, where the deranged Froki was securely bound. Lorenzo effortlessly lifted him with one hand, shouldering him, while Cliff supported Galron, heading upwards.
