"That night he wrote about sacrificing his life for her daughter. He used that last bit of his magic and his life force and poured it into a glass of milk. That night he personally made a glass of milk for his daughter and ensured that she drinks it. Everything happened smoothly. She finished her glass of milk. Later Aris came back to his room and wrote about his dying life force and his end words were.....' Love is a responsibility that can never be shrugged'
"He loved his wife so he sealed her memories. He loved his daughter and gave his life for it. He loved his family. For Aris, his love was like a responsibility to him which he fulfilled even after dying"
'Say Noworry. Can you hate Aris? After all, whatever he did, he did for his family?"