Won’t You Come With Me?

Glen sat slumped on the floor for a long while before opening his eyes.

One eye was yellow, with a narrow vertical pupil.

“……I thought I was going to die.”

“That child isn’t the sort of person who would do such a thing. And even if they were, I wouldn’t have stood by and done nothing.”

“You can barely borrow my body to watch over things right now. What were you planning to do?”

“……That’s why I said ‘even if,’ didn’t I?”

Two different voices rang out from Glen’s mouth, as if resonating with one another.

At last, Glen got to his feet and began tidying the bed where Yuria had been curled up and trembling just moments before.

The sheets were damp, as if soaked with cold sweat.

“So you really did tell Yuria about that so-called rumor going around, deliberately, without any sort of plan to deal with the fallout?”...