Chapter 107: Good Days
J carefully examined the boy again. His face was pale, and his chapped lips were tightly shut. He seemed quite displeased.
How could he express his feelings just with the shape of his mouth? Despite being on the verge of fainting from the pain, he still managed to firmly express his intentions even in extreme situations.
'They say people get mean when they're in pain.'
Was this kid becoming vicious because of the pain, or was it his original personality? J's curiosity was piqued. Lost in thought while scrutinizing the boy, J suddenly asked,
"Do you remember me?"
"..."
"I brought you back, from there. It was me."
Even though the story was vague, the boy seemed to understand, as his tightly shut lips loosened a bit. His head turned slightly more towards J, as if he remembered that time.
'It would be better if he didn't remember that.'
If the melted figure that had been protecting the boy was really his parent or family... even more so. J bit the inside of his cheek. Human memory doesn't move as one wishes, and memories one wants to forget only become clearer over time. J, staring at the boy's bandaged face, said,
"I heard you can't talk yet... Can you move your fingers?"
In response, the boy's fingertips twitched. J propped his chin up and muttered,