As Angel pondered, Little Red's attention remained fixed on Nakbi.
It was not that Nakbi still had some overlooked treasure on him. Rather, Nakbi was crouching in the corner of the cage, silently shedding tears.
His little black-bean eyes were brimming with pooled water. Combined with that tiny expression and his slowly twitching shoulders, he looked as though he had suffered an immense injustice.
"Why... why is he crying?" Little Red turned her head and asked in confusion.
The Hound Butler hesitated for a moment before saying, "He saw a familiar figure from the past, only to discover it was merely an illusion... And he is in an unfamiliar environment, unaware of day or night, unaware of what lies ahead. It is only natural for him to be frightened and uneasy."
The Hound Butler's words seemed to describe Nakbi's predicament. Yet Laplace could tell that the latter half of his words carried similarly surging emotions, as though he were pitying himself while speaking of his own plight.
On second thought, it was understandable. When the Hound Butler spoke of "being in an unfamiliar place, unable to see the road ahead or know the way home," was he not also speaking of himself?
However, the Hound Butler had already endured the hardest period. Though there was still a long way to go before his ultimate goal of "finding a home," at least he now had something to strive toward, as well as the motivation to do so.
Nakbi, on the other hand, had nothing.
His emotions, his future, his life as a mouse—all of it remained a bottomless mire to him. And once one fell into that mire, there were only two choices: suffocation, or even deeper suffocation.
At this moment, it seemed only natural that Nakbi, unable to see either