บท 1421: Cold

Dyon could only blame himself once more. With his intelligence, he had long since found it weird that the twins recognized him, yet he had never bothered to ask.

Still, Dyon had the faint inkling that even if their olfactory senses were still in good condition, it wouldn't have helped him figure out much anyway. According to the twins, they had never smelled that peculiar smell in their lives, but the moment they did, they felt a sense of comfort they had never felt before.

At first, they were apprehensive to say any more, but under Dyon's prying they finally spilled the rest.

"Around you… Our pain didn't feel as bad anymore… In fact, being around you feels quite good…" Mia finally said.

Hearing these words, the towering guilt Dyon felt only rose higher. He was quite literally their panacea, yet they hadn't even shown any reluctance to let him go. They refused to burden him to the point where they harmed themselves.