Patrizia wasn't heartless enough to tear off the crying person in my arms, and even more so if the person had just behaved like a crazy person moments before. Damn. She uttered all kinds of curses on the inside, while she carefully held on to him on the outside.
"…"
Love? no. Hatred? Not that as well. This was just compassion and sympathy. She couldn't figure out the reason why, and she was dying of curiosity, but at the very least she could feel compassion for this situation. To that extent, he was pitiful. Very much at that.
It wasn't easy for a person to fall into this state so quickly, but he was messed up to that extent. Patrizia wondered what in the world was going on, and what had happened, but to hear the full story, she had to calm down this man. She couldn't hear the story from a maniac.
"Haa…"