The doctor had just left. Aunt Winnie lay on her side on Grandpa's bed, gently wiping his forehead with a warm towel.
"Kallen, come outside with me for a moment," Uncle Mason said.
Kallen stood and followed Uncle Mason out of the bedroom. Then Uncle Mason opened Kallen's bedroom door and gestured for him to come in.
Uncle and nephew sat facing each other. Mason sat on the bed, while Kallen pulled the chair out from the desk and sat opposite him.
"None of us expected this to happen to your grandfather."
Kallen nodded.
In fact, he had expected it, and the outcome now was much better than the worst he had anticipated.
Because Grandpa had kept his promise. He had returned, and he had also said he could be woken.
But the price of waking him...
Still, Kallen felt that waking Grandpa now would be like performing "Awakening" on those ordinary corpses.
Once the last trace of spirituality remaining in their bodies was exhausted, they would truly become corpses, corpses in the purest sense.
Was this sorrowful?
No.
With something to compare it to, it was instead a pleasant surprise.
Grandpa could still awaken. He had not died, nor had he left forever.
So Kallen was adjusting his state of mind, trying not to grieve and doing his best to keep his heart filled with positive hope.
Grandpa had already done everything he could. From now on, Kallen would have to walk his own path. Then what lay at the end of that path?
Before, he might have been somewhat aimless, more interested in seeing the sights, with a carefree attitude. Now, there was a fixed goal ahead: feeding crows in return.
Dis had said that if he suffered an unbearable grievance outside, he should come back and wake