Self-Blame

"After Mordred crushed my heart and lungs, he assumed I wouldn't live much longer and stopped bothering with me. I relied on my innate vitality to hold on for a while, but I knew I couldn't last much longer."

Neltharion's tone abruptly changed, becoming much lighter.

"I stubbornly held on for five or six days. Then the Great God sent an incarnation to save me. He even cut off a piece of flesh from Father's heart and stuffed it into my chest, where it became my heart and lungs. Only then did I gradually recover."

"As for the flesh and bones outside my chest, I could only wait for time to slowly heal them."

After listening to Neltharion's account, Leon sighed. "So you really are..."