Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

The entrance to the observation carriage of the Starry Sky Train.

"Da, da, da."

Train conductor Pam was pacing anxiously at the door.

It was clutching a hot towel tightly in its little hands, and on the table next to it was a cup of freshly brewed hot cocoa to calm its nerves.

"Why aren't you back yet...?"

"The signal clearly indicates a successful docking, P.S..."

"Why don't you contact me...?"

"What exactly happened down there...?"

Pam's big ears twitched.

It heard footsteps.

heavy.

slow.

It was nothing like his usual light and energetic stride.

"I'm back!"

Pam's eyes lit up, and she took her short legs and rushed over to greet him.

"Welcome back—"

The airlock slowly slid open.

The cold white fog dissipated.

Pam's voice abruptly stopped.

It saw it.

Dan Heng was walking at the very front.

The guard, who was usually always holding a book and had a cool expression, was now covered in blood.

He was holding someone horizontally in his arms.

one……

The "doll" was so badly damaged that it was almost unrecognizable as a human.

That's a star.

The oversized black trench coat clung to her body, making it appear loose and unwieldy.

The left sleeve... is deflated.

As Danheng moved, the empty sleeve fell limply down, swaying in the air.

Although the fracture site has been treated, the dent is still visible, which is quite alarming.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

His eyes were wrapped in thick gauze, through which dried golden blood could be faintly seen.

"Clatter".

The hot towel in Pam's hand fell to the ground.

"this……"

Pam's big ears drooped instantly, and she stood there frozen, as if her whole body had faded.

Her large eyes were brimming with tears.

"This...this is Star Passenger Pa?"

"Why...why isn't she moving?"

"When I left... everything was fine..."

Pam reached out her little hand, trembling, wanting to touch Xing's face, but then withdrew it in mid-air.

"Waaaaah..."

Pam finally couldn't hold back anymore, plopped down on the ground, kicked her legs, and burst into tears.

"Who broke the Star Passengers' clothes?!"

"Waaaaah... The train conductor won't allow it! The train conductor won't allow it!!"

……

Dan Heng remained silent.

His eyes were vacant, as if everything around him—

Pam's cries, the lights in the carriage, the starry sky outside the window—none of it mattered to him.

In his world, only the terrifyingly light person in his arms remained.

Dan Heng tightened his arms, holding Xing even closer.

They avoided Pam and went straight through the hall.

Heading towards the guest room carriage.

……

……

"Click".

Xing's door was pushed open.

It remains exactly as it was when she left.

The curtains were drawn, and the light was dim.

Everything was full of life.

It was as if the owner had just gone out for a walk and would be back soon.

Danheng walked to the bedside.

He bent down and slowly put Xing down.

"..."

Danheng looked at her.

Looking at that quiet face, yet covered in scars.

He pulled the blanket over her gently.

Carefully tuck in every corner of the blanket.

"I'm back."

"We're safe now."

"We're...home."

He wanted to adjust Xing's pillow height so she could sleep more comfortably.

Danheng reached out and gently lifted Xing's head, then put his hand under the pillow.

"Um?"

My fingertip touched a foreign object.

It's soft.

It's bulging and puffy.

Dan Heng paused for a moment, then casually pulled the thing out.

"Clatter".

It was a neatly folded, somewhat worn coarse cloth bag.

Because of Danheng's actions, the cloth bag was not tied tightly.

The moment it hit the ground, it scattered.

"Splash—"

The contents were scattered all over the floor.

There was nothing of value in it.

There's only one...

Different sizes, different shapes, and jagged edges...

scraps of cloth.

Black.

Yellow.

That was... scraps from some kind of clothing.

Dan Heng froze.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the shredded cloth on the ground.

These fabrics...

It looks familiar.

It looks very familiar.

That's... the material from the new trench coat that Himeko gave to Hoshi!

The floodgates of memory opened instantly.

Danheng remembered.

Before arriving in Arilol.

Himeko gave Hoshi a new outfit.

However, Xing had too many bone spurs on her body and couldn't wear them.

In order not to ruin Himeko's gift, and in order not to let the bone spurs tear the clothes.

Xing took the scissors and cut her clothes into tatters, leaving them full of holes.

At the time, March 7th thought Xing didn't like it and almost cried.

Later, everyone assumed that Xing must have thrown away the cut-off pieces of cloth as trash.

after all……

That's garbage.

But now.

Looking at the pile of neatly folded scraps of cloth hidden under the pillow on the floor.

Danheng suddenly felt very uncomfortable and frustrated.

She...didn't throw it away?

She hid this "trash" under her pillow?

They even went so far as to wrap it in a piece of cloth?

Danheng squatted down and picked up a piece of cloth with trembling hands.

The cloth was clean and tidy.

It is clearly often taken out and touched.

It suddenly occurred to me.

It seems like she doesn't even have a decent piece of clothing?

and so.

When Himeko gave her this dress.

Even if it's just scraps cut off...

Even if it's just a scrap of cloth...

In her eyes.

It's also... a treasure?

It's worth... keeping it under my pillow and touching it every night before bed... a treasure?

"How... is she?"

Dan Heng's voice choked with emotion.

"...How much more should we cherish you?"

She regarded even a mere fragment of clothing as her life.

What about us?

What about us?

"..."

Looking at the rags in his hand, Danheng suddenly thought of himself.

Himeko gave him clothes.

On March 7th, I provided companionship and food.

Walter sent a specially made nutrient solution.

what about me?

What did I give her?

Quickly think, what have I given her?

Danheng frantically searched his memory.

only……

The heavy iron gloves that he had welded shut with his own hands.

and also……

This time.

On the battlefield.

He watched helplessly as she lost an arm and had her spine ripped... and was powerless to do anything about it.

"I……"

Danheng's hands were trembling violently.

"I haven't even... given her a single gift."

even.

I even personally... put shackles on these already scarred hands.

Guilt.

remorse.

Distressed.

A mix of emotions overwhelmed Dan Heng, who had been holding on for so long, finally dropped his pretense.

"thump."

He knelt by the bed, clutching the bag containing the rags tightly in his hand.

Put your face...

It was buried deep within that pile of shredded cloth.

"Waaah..."

Tears.

The cloth in my hand was soaked.

"sorry……"

"sorry……"

"I'm an idiot..."

He cried like a child.

In this room where only he and Xing were.

He cried his heart out for the first time.

……

Outside.

In the corridor.

March 7th, with red eyes and a wet towel in her hand, was about to push open the door and go in.

"Danheng, let me help you wipe it..."

Her hand had just touched the doorknob.

Through the slightly ajar door.

She saw what was inside.

Dan Heng, who was usually as aloof as an iceberg and seemed like she would never shed a tear.

now.

He was kneeling on the ground, clutching a pile of rags, crying and trembling all over.

"..."

March 7th was stunned.

"Danheng, he..."

I was just about to say something on March 7th

One hand.

A warm yet strong hand pressed down on her shoulder.

Himeko.

She stood behind March 7th, her golden eyes also brimming with tears.

But she faced March 7th, gently...

shook his head.

Don't go.

"Let him... be alone for a while."

March 7th bit her lip and nodded.

The two stood silently outside the door.

I could hear the intermittent, suppressed sobs coming from inside.

That is……

The deepest love and the most unforgettable pain for a companion.

……

time.

Second by second passed.

About five minutes later.

The crying stopped.

The room fell silent again.

"Click".

The door was opened.

Dan Heng came out.

His eyes were bloodshot and even a little swollen.

But the expression on his face had returned to its usual calm.

Even more deathly stillness.

March 7th (note).

Danheng's chest, inside his clothes, was bulging.

That bag containing scraps of cloth...

He... kept it close to his body.

It was placed in the place closest to the heart.

after……

Your appreciation...

I'll keep it for you.

Danheng raised his head and glanced at Himeko and San Yueqi, who were standing at the door with worried expressions.

"These past few days..."

"You're all exhausted."

"Go back and rest for a while."

Dan Heng's voice was hoarse, yet unusually steady.

He turned to the side.

He looked towards the sleeping girl inside.

"tonight……"

"I guard the stars."