Peter was sitting by a desk with all sorts of potions and herbs lying on it. He threw some ingredients into a bowl and mixed them with magic, the mixture turning into a blue gel. Then he shifted his gaze onto his wrist and slowly started loosening the bandage on it, under which he hid his deep cuts. He also took the bandage off his shoulder, put some gel on his left hand’s fingers and tried to apply it on the mutilations he had inflicted on himself.

  He tried, but he could not.

  He wept, remembering the desperate gaze of his brother, then Ian, who had sacrificed his life for him, but also Mateo, who had gone insane because of all of this. He felt so guilty that he didn’t even know if he was permitted to heal his wounds. But his crying was heard by someone.

  “Where did you get these wounds?” asked a girlish, quiet voice, the owner of which looked insecure from behind the doorframe. Peter would not stop crying.

  “I... I made them myself...” he answered, hiding his face behind his hand. “Because I am a bad person... And I hurt others...”

   “That’s not true.” Yvon shook her head. “For me you are the same as my brother, who always takes care of me and tries to make me happy. And thanks to you... I feel so much better.” She smiled shyly. Peter looked at her with a begging gaze.

  “I'm glad that I could at least help you...” He said, at the same time wiping away tears. “Helping others is my duty, in the end...”

  “I'm sure you've helped a lot, and you'll only help more.” She answered confidently. “But... take care of yourself too, so your loved ones won’t be worried.”

  Then she returned to where she came from. Peter spread the ointment on the wounds on his wrist and forearm. He waited for a few minutes and then wiped off the excess. Now it looked much better, as if the wounds would soon close completely. But then he noticed something.

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  ‘Even if the wound heals, there will be scars left...’ He thought, looking at the already visible white marks on his wrist. ‘It's the same as emotional wounds... How big of a scar did I leave on Ed's heart because of what I did? But I know one thing... I can't let what Ian did go to waste. I will continue to heal people on his behalf. And I must do something for Ed..."

  So he thought while he was doing the rest of the ointments, the medicines and the syrups. He sat with an open book in which he looked for information about plants that he could use to treat Hemasitus. Ian had previously marked the most important pages in the book, so he decided to study them today. He did not have the courage to return home that day, so he decided to spend the night in the clinic to study, and think about how to deal with this hard situation.

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  The sun was setting when Kasei put a bouquet of flowers on Ian's grave. She sat down in front of it and smiled slightly.

  “You know...” she said to the grave.” It's been different since you left. Peter hurt himself like that, Ed discovered it, and Mateo...” She sighed, taking a short break. “You would probably tell me what to do, if you were still alive...”

  Then she heard something from afar. She moved her ears to hear them better; they were the Followers of the Light who were shrieking again about the apocalypse and the devil who was fulfilling evil wishes, and about everyone who ignores the sun being cursed. Kasei was a little embarrassed, but suddenly something came to her mind.

  ‘Hm... What would it be like if that deity of wishes really existed?’ she wondered, and then thought about something else. ‘I think I'll try to talk to Ed about Peter... We can't give up like this, we still have to beat up Mateo’s butt!’

  She got up from the ground and then, with a certain step, walked towards the house.