Lady Blood Cloak glanced at him.
Her eyes, clear once more, turned toward White Night before her.
She had already heard his story from Lynn.
She paused.
Then she extended her hand toward him and said softly:
"I'm sorry for... causing you all so much trouble..."
White Night froze for a moment.
Then a smile appeared on his face, warm as an old friend's, and he reached out to shake her hand.
"Welcome back, Lady Blood Cloak. I'm truly happy to see you regain your senses. And you haven't caused us any trouble. I'm glad for you."
Though they had never met before.
A single glance was enough for them to see so much in each other's eyes.
Perhaps this was fate.
They came from the same world, had similar experiences, and shared the same painful past. They were both victims of that Evil Spirit project, but fate had drawn a dividing line between them, ultimately leading him toward the light while she stepped into the dark night.
Yet in the very end.
They had still met beneath the light. Wasn't that enough?
"Thank you for understanding."
Lady Blood Cloak withdrew her hand as she spoke softly.
Yet for some reason, she felt waves of warmth wash over her.
Especially as she watched that bastard, who had somehow turned into a hunk of machinery, quickly throw his arms around the Night Doctors' shoulders without a shred of dignity. She suddenly realized just how much Lynn had changed...
Once, he had been that somewhat unhinged Potion Maker's apprentice in Wandering Soul Alley. Though his face had always worn a smile, she could see the loneliness deep within his smiling eyes.
As though he never truly smiled from the heart.
But now she realized.
At some point, light had entered his eyes,