"As for troubling you, I swear, I have no ulterior motives," he picked up the group photo, his eyes showing a nostalgic emotion, "I just got a bit sentimental, Bologue."
Thinking of this, Mamo asked curiously, "Do you have any friends still alive from back then?"
Bologue shook his head, "It's been almost seventy years, not to mention living friends, even my hometown has disappeared off the map."
"Sounds terrible, you don't even have a place to reminisce."
"I think it's alright," Bologue said, "like you, I've reconciled with myself, not to mention I now have many friends."
"Hmm? Not bad," Mamo praised, glancing at the closed door, listening to the familiar yet strange sound, "But I really didn't think the distortion in the Ruins District stemmed from this."
"Under the influence of cognitive distortion, Furya killed her colleagues... her friends, she hated herself for it, even developed a distorted sense of sacrifice."
