What…? So that's what it was about? He's been feeling guilty this whole time...!
Sure, it hurt when he hit me—but it's not something he should torture himself over.
And the subjugation incident? That wasn't even his fault.
"Brother, I already told you I'm fine about the time you hit me, didn't I? Besides, I got hurt because of my own carelessness. You don't need to blame yourself."
At this, Thomas faltered again. "...But… still..."
"That's enough already!" Rafayel snapped, his voice filled with frustration. "Brother! You don't have to worry about things like that! I told you before that I'm okay with it, so please trust me! Don't you believe in me, Brother!?"
He stepped forward aggressively, cornering Thomas who kept retreating backward.
Eventually, Thomas stumbled into the desk with a loud thud. With no more room to escape, he gave in and sank to the floor as if resigned.
Rafayel followed suit, lowering himself into a crouch so they were at eye level.
