For Einsamer, he was aware of the hard work he had put in to obtain his battle armor, so he paid no attention to what others thought of him.
A smile tugged at Einsamer's lips as he pondered, "With this battle armor and my creation skills, I have enough power to help my friends confront the terrorist."
Optimism filled his heart as Einsamer returned to the house and entered his room to rest, recharging his energy for the upcoming battle tomorrow.
In a low voice, I said, "I noticed you were crying during our battle in the maze."
With a furrowed brow, he replied quietly, "I thought you were dying. I made a fool of myself. You owe me my tears."
I smirked outwardly, though inside, I felt a warm, unsettling feeling, realizing how much he cared for me. He was truly my best friend. Besides Bridget, Shan was the only male friend I could trust.
In a voice barely above a whisper, I responded, "I won't shed tears for you."
