"... why would a human care for a Beaskin?" The chief asked, still holding his stance. "If you're after their Soul, wouldn't taking it when they're a child more beneficial? Why bother reviving them when they're already dead?""That's…" For a long moment, Drake didn't know how to answer that question. Why was he so adamant about reviving the little girl? In the first place, why was he so attached to her? Why did he care so much about her? He had only known the kid for a couple of weeks, they barely spoke a few words to each other. So why? Why does he feel so much pain just from remembering how he betrayed her trust. "I never knew anything about Beastkin before, not until I met her." As Drake spoke, the pressure he released began to die down and the grip on his sword relaxed. "To me, she was always just a kid I found in the forest."Drake wasn't a resident of this world and thus lacked the common sense those who where born here had. He never knew about the Beastkin and he never cared
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