You lost her. You let her be lost.” “I ripped this city apart for a month looking for her.” “That month was five and a half years for me.” Ryodan flinches almost imperceptibly. “Five and a half years in Hell. Don’t berate me for being. Thank me. She was weak. She needed me. I became.” “She was never weak. She was a child. Treated abominably. Yet she shined.”
