Slowly... the warmth felt in White's hand fades away.
I grip his wrist. No pulse can be felt anymore.
I bring my ear to his chest. Equally silent.
Looking around, almost everyone remained motionless except for a couple of people.
Scratch, scratch.
As if entranced, Hewett was writing down what I had just said.
"...Ah, um, Mom?"
Virginia, her face full of tears, leaned into Eleanor.
And Eleanor...
"..."
Was looking at me.
And then turning her eyes toward her father's body that had just left this world.
Then back at me.
"Father... looks peaceful."
She opened her mouth.
"...He was really very anxious before."
Tears pour from her eyes, and from Virginia's eyes as she leans on her mother.
"Th-thank you... Nemo. Really, thank y-..."
"I only did my best."
That was all I could say, and it was true.
Am I an angel sent by God?
Well.
I was just trying to play a game when I fell here. With all sorts of transcendent abilities.
