Returning to the previous world is a must, but he was not going to return to how it was.
He would keep being better than his past; that is his promise to himself.
Breaking a promise to others was one thing—but breaking a promise to himself is an entirely different matter. The latter was far worse. That kind of thing would haunt him—without a doubt. If he failed the vow he made in his own heart, he wouldn't feel worthy of calling himself a man at all.
In fact, now that he thought about it properly, he'd rather die.
Marsha stared at him in surprise.
He was yelling to leave right until a few seconds ago, and now, he has suddenly changed his mind.
Unlike not too long ago, she was now closer to Deklan, but she never realized he was that indecisive.
"Are you really going to stay, young master…? Even if that'll kill you." She asked timidly.
Now it felt like she forced her to stay behind.
"Fuck me…"
"Young master?"
