"Ah, right, you're already dead." Marquis Snape's arms remained in an embrace, a joyful smile frozen on his face, filled with a sense of loss and helplessness, he sighed bitterly, "I almost forgot."
"Ah, right, I'm already dead." Old Field's glow that represented his soul dimmed, spreading his hands in front of him, he looked down at his translucent arms and palms, murmuring softly, "Even I almost forgot, heh, I'm now just a fragmented soul, not even considered a person anymore."
"The days of the past can no longer return." Marquis Snape said with a wry smile, "Forty years, eh, forty years. I didn't expect that forty years could pass so quickly, everything still feels like it happened just yesterday. The last time we met, I never dreamt I'd meet you again in this state. Back then, you were so powerful, as if nothing could bring you down. If I had known it would end up like this, I definitely wouldn't have, wouldn't have let you..."
