"And then? What kind of person was he?"
The woman asked Hill while being busy, amidst a hectic day, the morning was a rare moment of leisure, and she wanted to spend more time with Hill.
"A... a strange person, I don't know how to evaluate him."
Hill recalled his dream, in which he seemed to live an extraordinary life in the identity of Bologue.
"He is a worshiper of violence, very skilled in fighting violence with violence. I dreamed of him wielding a hammer, smashing the heads of bad guys one after another. He seemed as resolute as iron, but sometimes he appeared fragile, often lying in bed alone, pondering something unknown."
Hill's memories gradually cleared up, and his mood descended accordingly.
"His most important friend died, and he was very sad, extremely upset."
Hill felt he was close to remembering that person's name when the woman stopped what she was doing, reached out, and ruffled the boy's hair.
"It's nothing, just a dream."
