"The cells all over his body were severely damaged. I'm sorry, kid... I've tried my best," Merlin said.
Papalov, who was immersed in a glass container, was dying, relying on machines to barely maintain his life. His whole body had been burned to pieces by black flames, and it was incredible that such a tattered body could still maintain life.
.
"No, no, no! You can cure your brother, right, mage?------You are so powerful, there is always a way to cure your brother!" Bedivere asked paranically.
"I'm sorry...he is already brain-dead." The mage shook his head and said, "I can find a way to maintain it and prevent his body from dying...but all he has left is this broken body.
It’s just a body, there is no remaining consciousness.”
"You're kidding, right? Are you just kidding me?" Bedivere still didn't believe it.
"Bedi, that's enough. Merlin is not omnipotent, and the dead cannot be saved. The priority now is your arm. If you leave it alone-" Arthur said.
"I'm fine, no pain or itching!" Bedivere showed a nonchalant expression, "Look? This arm was gone in an instant, and I couldn't feel it after that. Did I really lose an arm?
?Or is this just a dream?
------By the way, this is a dream, my brother is not dead at all! When I wake up tomorrow, everything will be back to the way it was before, and my brother will appear in front of me again! I will be the same as before.
Just like that, I enjoy bullying my brother. Ha, hahahaha!"
------Pop!
Arthur slapped the giggling Bedivere mercilessly.
Bediwell covered his burning face and came back to his senses: "Ah... Se?"
Immediately afterwards, the cold body of the werewolf boy was hugged tightly by the knight. Arthur hugged him so tightly that he could hardly feel the pain caused by being held so tightly.
"I know you are in pain. This is what it feels like to lose a loved one. You and I know it better than anyone else." Arthur whispered, "So, now, don't run away, don't hold back, just cry as much as you want."
."
"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby!!!!!!", Bedivere cried as if bursting out. His tear ducts were already dry, and the tears seemed to be for
Just like washing away the pain in my heart, it keeps pouring down!
"Brother---brother died for me!!" Bedivere cried, "I was the one who should have died, it was me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Bediwell cried.
"No, it's me." Arthur hugged him tighter, "Although I don't know the reason, I can vaguely feel it. You made a deal with the Phoenix for me. You wanted to sacrifice to save me.
Myself, the result turned out to be like this. So------"
Arthur let go of Bedivere, looked at the boy face to face, and said: "At least let me cry with you."
Tears fell from the knight's face. The emotionless knight now felt waves of sadness, as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart.
"Even if your brother is gone, you will not be alone. We are your family. We will cry with you when you are sad and laugh with you when you are happy.------Although I am not yet
I will laugh, but I will find a way." Arthur said.
"So promise me you won't cry alone in the future, okay?"
Bedivere did not answer. Tears had already blurred his eyes, and his throat was already hoarse from crying. But he was not in pain. At this moment, a certain feeling of happiness washed away the huge sadness in his heart, like a storm.
Like a small haven in the middle of the world, his broken heart could temporarily find peace.
------family.
At six o'clock in the morning the next day, the observation deck at the top of the Master's Tower.
"Look, the sun is rising." Arthur patted Bedivere and said, "It's almost time to leave after watching this. I'm almost freezing."
"Well..." Bedivere was sleepy, and he snuggled next to Arthur. Because he lost his left arm, his snuggle was almost close to Arthur. The werewolf boy opened his eyes slightly and looked at it.
The rising sun said not quite soberly: "Let me sleep for a while, brother..."
Arthur hesitated for a moment. He was extremely cold. If it were normal, he would have pushed Bedivere away and started to get angry. But at this time, he tolerated the werewolf boy's coquettishness. He whispered in an almost gentle tone.