"If only I had arrived earlier that day..."
Raye mumbled, his voice hollow.
His hands trembled at his sides as he looked down, eyes clenched shut, trying to suppress the sting of tears threatening to fall.
If only...
If only he had been faster.
If only he had gotten there sooner.
Maybe—
Maybe things would have been different.
That's what Raye was thinking about.
And because of this...
"Ugh..."
Raye remembered the day of the invasion.
Specifically—
The moment he had finally made it to Kyle's shop.
The scene that greeted him.
The suffocating heat, the scent of burning flesh.
The sight of Old Man Rey and the others littering the ground...
And at that moment—
"Ah..."
Raye's breathing hitched.
His chest felt tight.
Gasp!
He gasped as he remembered something from that day.
"...!"
His eyes snapped open, jolting him back to reality.
And immediately—
Fwish-
He turned his gaze to Jerusha.
Then, weakly opening his mouth—
"How's Kyle...?!"
