C2592 49 too Happy to Keep Falling

"Green... bronze?"

Death felt his voice tremble as his pupils dilated.

Holding onto the weak Bronze who was supporting the bedside table, he sobbed silently. He was so weak that a gust of wind could blow him down, and tears were streaming down his face.

He wanted to open his mouth and call out Death, but he could not utter a single word. Perhaps it was because he had not spoken for too long