He reached out and touched the cold screen.
His reflection on the screen overlapped with that insubstantial face, its eyes tightly closed.
He had stayed here for days without sleep or rest, trying to use Dark Night City's technology to restore her to life on a physical level.
But the results had been lackluster.
Yet he could not let himself stop. Ever since the incident in Dark Night City, he had felt an inescapable responsibility, especially after he had recklessly drawn in the calamity from beyond Hell, intending to drag every living being in the Dark World to the negotiating table, and brought countless tragedies upon places across the world.
Nightmares had tormented him ever since.
Especially when it came to the people around him.
Though he knew it had been to save them, at that moment, he had truly been prepared to stake everything on a step that would leave them all dead.
"I'll bring you back to life. Wait for me."
He gazed into his own eyes reflected on the screen.
Deep within his heart, he made that resolve.
Because more than once, he had wondered whether she could have escaped the calamity that engulfed the entire city if he had not transplanted the Mother Tree here. Back then, she had not even been accepted as a member of Dark Night City, yet she had suffered the greatest torment meant for him.
Lynn turned around.
He took off his white lab coat and walked toward the exit of the Mother Tree of Desire's tree hollow, his heart heavy.
He knew.
In a sense, the damage she had suffered this time had been even more devastating and severe than Sir Awen's.
Once again, the scenes from Remnants of the Past surfaced in his mind: during the upheaval in Dark