Faced with Dark's reasoning, Timidit had no way to refute him.
At that moment, she realized that although she had escaped the island that had used her as a tool, she had entered another cage.
The people in this cage would not treat her as a tool and had given her ample respect, but the bonds of friendship and affection only made her suffer more deeply at times like this.
She did not understand why there was so much pain in this world!
If she could—
She was willing to bear it all alone!
"Want to try?"
After saying that, Dark handed her the knife, his eyes carrying a trace of anticipation and relief.
In that instant, she understood the meaning in Dark's gaze. He hoped that she, who wished to take Namiki as her daughter, would snatch the knife away and slit his throat.
She knew that Dark, too, had endured torment of the soul, but for the sake of the entire team and their captain, who was already on his last breath, he could think of no other way.
At that moment, death was what Dark wanted as well.
But—
Timidit refused.
Kneeling in the mud, tears streamed endlessly down her face.
Refuse?
Did she have the courage to refuse others?
No!
Over more than two hundred years, Timidit had come to see clearly what kind of person she truly was.
When Namiki became a bloated, inhuman Fallen One, constantly suffering the pain of watching her children die, be killed while alive, and be turned into clay pot rice, she had not had the courage to kill her adopted daughter and then herself, finding release together in death...
When Dark handed her the knife, she had not had the courage to take the cleaver and kill the completely