"But that's exactly why my rod can't stand! I… what am I supposed to do!!"
"R-Rigel-san…"
Even while hesitating, Char quietly stretched both hands toward his back and gently touched it as if laying them along it. From the fingertips that touched him, his heartbeat came through. Every time his rough, disordered breath fell on her shoulder, she could feel his confusion as if taking it in her hands.
Inside that warmth Char suddenly thought. How should she understand his conflict and walk together with him. That feeling put a quiet light in her eyes.
"I have one good idea."
"R-really!?"
A wish seeped into the hoarse voice that seemed ready to catch in his throat. A clinging gaze caught Char's eyes. She nodded quietly, yet firmly.
"Yes. First, please leave my body once. And then…"
