"Y-you know Doctor Kal'tsit?" Sergei's eyes widened as he stared at the young man before him. "She's still alive?"
"Yeah, she's alive and well." Bai Ye shrugged. Kal'tsit, that old woman, dying? What a good joke.
"That's... wonderful." Sergei had thought Doctor Kal'tsit was dead. According to Ursus secret police intelligence, the director of that research institute had died in the fire.
"I knew it. She would be all right..." For the first time, a smile appeared on Sergei's face.
"What about the others?"
"I don't know... but some of their descendants survived. That much is certain."
"They must still hate me even now... I really deserve to die..." After laughing, the middle-aged man clenched his fists. He looked even more miserable.
Bai Ye sighed. After learning this middle-aged man's story, all he felt for him was pity.
He was a tragic man.
He had betrayed his companions, watched them be slaughtered, watched his son get taken away, and now he could only continue to scrape by.
"No matter how you run from it, your past will always catch up to you." Bai Ye looked at Sergei, who was laughing and crying at the same time, and continued, "You can't escape it."
"Yes. Your arrival has told me that I can never escape."
"Please tell me, young man, what should I do?" Sergei grabbed Bai Ye's sleeve. "I want to atone, but I'm too weak. I have no power..."
"The souls of my dead comrades torment me every moment. I've been trapped in the past all this time. I've never truly walked out of it."
Bai Ye looked at the middle-aged man and shook his head. "It's already too late... Everyone now believes you sold out your comrades and then joined forces with decaying Ursus, lording it over people