“You came back to kill it,” he said. “That’s why you’re here. You think the chimera’s heart is a relic. A weapon. A cure for something.”
“Then the chimera is dead,” I said.
And none of them were mine.
— End —
“She was already gone,” he said. “But her heart still beat in my chest. I carried it for three years. It spoke to me at night. It said: Give me somewhere to rest. ” The Chimera-s Heart -Final- -Sirotatedou-
“No,” he said. “I gave it hers.”
A question.
He stopped. The water was at his chin.