"… the Griffin Party desperately needs an opportunity, if blame must be assigned, let it fall on me, Damian."
"Blame you? Can you even bear that burden? Let's wait until everything has settled down, and then we'll properly settle this account! I need to head back to the Hidden Affairs Bureau first to deal with those traitorous beasts, farewell."
"I must also return for my prayers, farewell."
Marix and Archbishop Delien bid farewell to Mr. Helsen and Damian, with Damian sitting shirtless atop the ruins of the collapsed building, looking like a child who had done something wrong, staring vacantly at the warships approaching in the distance.
Mr. Helsen originally wanted to say something more but seeing the state of his old friend, he couldn't bring himself to be harsh because he knew the immense pressure Damian was bearing, and it was not easy for him either.
"Wah! Wah!"
