"Two years. That's all I can tell you. As for why it's accelerated, I think you already know the reason."
"...."
Vanitas listened carefully, unbothered by his personal doctor Yves's words. He wasn't surprised at all. It was most likely the time he had spent in the Rivers of Fate that caused his terminal illness to progress this far.
"At this stage," Yves continued, his voice quieter now, "I can only advise you to live your life to the fullest."
There was a bitter edge to his tone, and his eyes carried a glint of regret—like someone who had already lost something irreplaceable.
Vanitas looked at him for a moment before speaking.
"You've been keeping things from me. I get it, and I respect that. I wouldn't want to antagonize you, Yves."
He paused.
"But now feels like the right time to ask... What was your relationship with my mother?"
There was a moment of silence.
