"I was already slowing down, but I was going too fast, I..."
As A-Train spoke, even he felt his words were probably useless.
He had already left her in this state. What good did it do to say he had tried to slow down?
Hughie had no interest in hearing his explanation. He simply knelt there, his eyes fixed on Robin, terrified that if he looked away for even a moment, her faint breathing would stop.
A-Train stood beside him, looking increasingly lost. This was nothing like how he usually acted in front of the cameras.
Whatever the reporters asked, he generally knew how to respond. Even when a question was difficult to answer, he could find a way to talk around it.
But now, the young man before him would not even look at him, and all the things he had prepared to say suddenly became useless.
In the end, all he could do was murmur again.
"I'm sorry."
Lin Mo hovered in midair, his gaze sweeping over Robin before settling on A-Train's face.
Well, this was something of a change of heart.
At least it was different from the incident he remembered. This time, A-Train had not rushed off after hitting someone or left others to clean up the scene.
Instead, he had stayed beside them, apologizing over and over. As for whether that change had anything to do with Lin Mo himself...
Lin Mo could not say for now. After all these years, too many things had changed, and A-Train had been on the same team as them all along.
It hardly seemed possible that they had had no influence on him whatsoever.
But at least he had not run away this time. That much was plainly evident.
Joanna and Maeve had stopped nearby as well. Whatever