[Mission Evaluation, Undertaker]
Everything ended with an unexpectedly brutal swiftness, and yet it was smoother than expected.
Fu Qian had only just managed to spare the Old Man a moment of silent remembrance when, the next instant, he was already back in the Warehouse.
And the latter, as expected, had kept his promise—not helping him recover even a single drop of blood.
But perhaps to make up for it, just as Fu Qian was quietly assessing his injuries, the Warehouse gave him a rather imposing evaluation.
``` [Many years later, when Katon Diggins lay on a shabby mattress, he naturally thought back to the night his father had lain there.
As a somewhat withdrawn young man, Katon had never been close to his parents.
By then, he had already lost the chance to speak with his mother again.
Unwilling to leave him alone, Mr. Dawkins had brought him to a remote place in the countryside, then left him there by himself.
Katon had stayed awake all that night, constantly trying to detach himself from his current identity. He was used to doing that; it brought him peace of mind.
Though a passionate invitation had made it much harder to do that this time.
At some point, Katon finally broke his promise and left the room, carefully avoiding his father.
Yet the more carefully he did so, the clearer the scene in the next room became in his mind with every step he took.
By the time he got into the car, he could already see his father's twisted face, even the frenzied longing in his thoughts—but none of it mattered.
Katon knew perfectly well that it was nothing but a mortal's delusion. As he wrestled with whether or not to wake him, he felt a joy unlike any he had