Until Malin pulled his gaze away from the stars and let go of his yearning for the past.
"You like watching the stars; why is that? Are the stars really that beautiful?"
"Because when I was a kid, there was nothing else worth looking at. Sometimes, I got so bored that I'd start counting stars."
Malin spoke the truth. A long time ago, back when he was still a child, on the rooftop of the orphanage, he and... he and someone would do just that.
Doing something so foolish, yet relishing it endlessly.
Malin found that he had forgotten who else used to share in that boredom with him, but… it must have been a very close friend.
Thinking of this, Malin let out another sigh. Despite having achieved a legendary status, why had he forgotten who that person truly was? Could this be another interpretation of senility?
With such self-mockery in mind, Malin sat up.
