"You mean, Master Kent, who was perfectly fine earlier, was slapped into the painting by a ghost hand, and came out with dementia?"
Light Eagle Group base, infirmary.
Sali stared at Aston, who stood before him with a face full of shame, his expression so complex it could be used as a color palette.
Forty percent confusion, thirty percent incomprehension, twenty percent helplessness, and ten percent 'what the hell is going on.'
The other captains, upon hearing that Kent was injured and his condition not optimistic, had also rushed over. At this moment, several heavy gazes (excluding Elsa) pressed down on Aston, making him tremble.
Before Aston could answer, Kent, lying on the bed beside them, opened his eyes and looked at them with a confused expression. His eyes were filled with a wise look as he spoke:
"Wai-bibab."
"..."
The gathered captains fell into an awkward silence.
Aston opened his mouth, but all the words he wanted to say eventually turned into a heavy sigh.
