Among them was an elderly man whose body seemed weakened by age.
The image lingered in Messiah's mind, pulling at him from behind.
But he had someone he had to protect.
The small trembling hand he held in his right hand could not be released. He could not leave Maria Priess behind.
So he forced himself to believe:
The one he had to protect was her—not strangers.
Still, Messiah glanced back several times. He could not purify the murkiness within his heart.