"I thought you were dead..."
Moulin turned his head to the side. He wasn't at all affected by that terrible smile on the man's face. Strange. It has been so long since he had even seen this man. Why does he still remember how he used to look. Shuddering, Moulin threw the thought at the back of his mind. His eyes slowly drifted to the horrible bruising he made on the man's face. Nevertheless, it was fortunate the man still had the wits to talk.
"You... won't talk to me?" Quade's smile fell. The craze in his eyes became darker and darker, yet he still hadn't wiped off the smile on his face. "Hm?... Why won't you talk to me? You know... I never believed you were dead."
"..." Moulin only looked at him calmly as he kept talking.