Judging from the already healed scars, these weren't the first hits he had to endure, yet he just sat there quiet and unmoving, while my blood boiled with anger at the mere thought that these saint-playing morons had hurt him, especially because I could do nothing about it even now.
Helpless panic rushed through every inch of my body, knowing what the outcome of this dream was each and every time, and even thinking about the possibility threatened to make my eyes tear up.
But this was real life... Now I could change the ending.
I can't let him die. I can't... I can't.
My mind raced with a million thoughts, disturbing me so much that it took me another minute to note, who else was in the room; Leon and Lucifer stood near Jude's tied up form, talking as if there was nothing intense goin
