*Was she... afraid?* Leon paused his struggling, noticing the red-haired Director's state, and couldn't help but be slightly startled. Then, enduring a pressure akin to a hydraulic press, he leaned to her ear and softly asked,
"Are those people starting to curse you?"
"Mm..."
Following a faint sob, the red-haired Director nodded slightly, and as if desperately trying to avoid something, she trembled uncontrollably, burrowing into Leon's arms.
*Stop burrowing, any deeper and I might be gone!*
Although the red-haired Director's particularly weak and pitiful appearance tugged at the heartstrings, Leon kept feeling his ribs creaking and the loss of a third of his lung's air, making him feel more pitiful.
