When Bologue saw Gold, this mighty Defender was lying on a sickbed, his entire arm bloodied and covered with wounds, his expression exhausted and listless, as if he hadn't slept well for several consecutive days and nights.
"I never thought I'd leave there alive."
Seeing Bologue arrive, Gold reluctantly lifted his spirits a bit and gave Bologue a not too unattractive smile.
"I didn't expect it, either."
Bologue felt somewhat awkward, this was his first direct conversation with Gold, rather than through a card.
"Looks like Ewen's wish included you too."
Gold nodded, even now, he still felt a bit dazed, not expecting that he could really return from that hell-like paradise, the feeling of regaining control of his body and freedom moved Gold to tears.
"Sorry, I lost my composure a bit inside the Joyful Garden."
"It's nothing," Bologue shook his head, "everyone has their limits."
