Mm. It doesn't really matter at this point. Even if someone else on the other side were to find it, they wouldn't understand the story we had weaved in our golden days.

[ he forces a tight-lipped smile at least, but it's still as empty as his other ones. ]

I'm sorry. For not being of much help to you even now. You really must hate me so much but it's okay. I don't blame you.