"Back then, I also had abilities beyond those of ordinary people. If I wasn't careful, I could cause fatal injuries to others. After I lost control, I nearly bit through a nurse's neck."
"She was just an ordinary person, and she was fairly old. Although they treated her in time, she still lost half her life. It might even have affected her lifespan."
Robert turned his head slightly toward Schiller, some light returning to his eyes. Perhaps the emotion in Schiller's tone made him listen to the story with rapt attention.
Schiller pressed his lips together and said, "My mental state had already been unstable, and then I was provoked. I nearly caused an even worse accident, but fortunately, I was stopped in time."
"Afterward, I put on a mask to keep myself from losing control again and biting someone. I wore it voluntarily, and during that time, I refused to let anyone take it off—until that nurse came back to see me after recovering."
"I thought I would never see her again, but she came back. She even brought me a whole pile of things."
"When she was injured, she didn't shed a single tear. But when she saw me again, she hugged me and cried for two hours."
Robert's arms began to tremble. He seemed able to feel Schiller's emotions at the time through his account. Schiller looked into Robert's eyes and said:
"There are people in this world who understand you. There are people who will forgive you. The harm you imagine you caused them may have long since been dissolved by their own kindness. They do not need, nor do they want, you to pay the price for it..."
With a creak, the ward door was pushed open. Steve, who had been listening outside for quite