During the long period of calm, surging emotions slowly fermented until reason could no longer control them and they burst the dam.
Lorenzo reached out and turned off the light in the room. The darkness covered the two men and also concealed their embarrassed expressions.
"What a terrible power, Mr. Holmes."
In the darkness, Irene's voice was trembling, with a slight sob.
"Yes, a terrible power."
Lorenzo answered indifferently, then wiped his wet eyes with the corner of his clothes.
"Are you crying for me?" Irene asked.
"I don't know. I can only feel everything about you firsthand. As a result, your emotions and thoughts will interfere with my own. Such residue will pile up more and more until one day it drowns me and turns me into a monster that I don't even know."
Lorenzo answered calmly, clenching his fists to keep himself calm.
"So what I feel is also your emotion?"
Irene asked again. In the moment when Lorenzo was peeping at her, Lorenzo saw her and she also saw Lorenzo. The two wills intertwined and witnessed each other's life.
Despair, sadness, anger... extremely complex emotions are mixed together under the name "Lorenzo Holmes".
Irene couldn't see Lorenzo's past, but she could feel it.
"I'm not as cold-blooded as you. Just think of this as me crying for you."
Irene also grabbed the bed sheet, wiped her tears and tried her best to calm herself down. After a long time, she spoke slowly.
"I have thought about this... maybe one day, someone will understand me completely, but I didn't expect that person to be you, or in such a weird way."
The power of Power Gabriel has completely exceeded Irene's imagination. She tried to describe this power, but could not find the corresponding words.
"So are we friends, Mr. Holmes?"
"Probably, but being my friend is not a good thing. Most of my friends are dead."
Lorenzo's response came from the darkness.
"What about others? Do they know about the power you possess?" Irene asked.
"have no idea."
Lorenzo's answer was a little hesitant. He thought about whether to say it all, but finally gave up.
From beginning to end, the only things Lorenzo could absolutely trust were himself and the sword in his hand.
"So this is a secret that only I have?"
Irene's voice suddenly became frivolous, as if the sadness just now was just an illusion. No... She is just like that. Controlling emotions is a basic professional quality for her.
She stretched out her hand, and her vision was all blurry and dark, but soon she touched some soft and slightly moist skin.
"Here's the deal, you cry for me and I keep it a secret for you."
This time Lorenzo said nothing; he remained silent.
He thought about making all kinds of threats to Irene later. After all, the beacon had been planted and Lorenzo could take Irene's life at any time, but at this moment he hesitated.