"He was merely ten years o-old."
Diana continued with more tears streaming down her face.
The expression on my face stayed the same, though I maintained my eye contact with her.
I couldn't pretend to cry along with her and then console the girl through some emotional means.
No.
That wasn't the way I operated.
But the one thing I could do was solve the situation with a mix of logic and practicality.
Diana needed someone to help her... so it didn't really matter how I achieved that goal.
The only important thing was that I had to make Diana believe that I had greatly helped her elevate her state of mind.
"Allan had told me that he was going to some cool place with his father. I had been in the academy at that time, so we had to use the communication channels to talk. Allan... he had asked me whether I could join h-him."
Thud!
Diana dropped to her knees as she covered her face with both of her hands and let out another cry of agony.
