Scheiterhaufen (after battle)

The ground shook as Guido finally fell.

I couldn't help but wonder if we really did him in, yet we were too exhausted to bother and take his helmet off to check his breathing.

푹! 푹! 푹! 푹!

Sinclair was repeatedly jabbing his spear into a dead Inquisitor.

The corpse was mangled beyond recognition, its blood and organs spilling all over the floor.

Sinclair… Calm down.

He didn't seem to care about anything other than the body he was set out to destroy.

Occasional pants of rage and tearful gasps were all that came out of his mouth.

I'll… kill… them all…

I knew stopping him was the right thing to do, but no one dared to step in.

It was evident that he was too blinded by ire to listen to us.

I know a way most simple to bring him back to senses!

At that, Don Quixote suddenly jumped Sinclair and pinned him to the ground.

And then…

She started laying into his face.

퍽 퍽 퍽

One fist thrown after the other.

Oh, um… Shouldn't we do something?

Leave 'em be. A couple calves tussling isn't worth intervening.

A cloud of dust rose from her ruthless beating…

After a while, Don Quixote cut her onslaught.

Pray tell, how dost thou feel now?

Hng, khh…

Pardon my rash action. Oft I would find myself overcome by fervor, rampaging much the same as a riderless horse.

At such moments, mine old friends helped me to come to myself - by beating me senseless.

'Twas, at times, the only remedy to the fever that had overtaken me.

Aha, so in that sense, Vergilius must be a good friend of yours too, right?

Pfheh…

Well - I…!

Hic… Huhk…

Tears plinked down from Sinclair's bruised eyes.

I'll get her for this…

I'll go to my home… and skewer that bitch… I'll skewer her with a stake…! And then -

The rest of his sentence was overrun with pained sobbing.

After a while of sniffling, Sinclair finally seemed to calm down as he put a hand to his face and started muttering.

I… lost everything overnight…

Back then… they didn't parade their 'Nagel und Hammer' name around. You didn't see large groups like that in the open.

But, at some point…

People calling themselves "Hammers" started showing up in town, one by one, and…

Eagh, hic…

It's okay, kiddo. No need to push yourself…

Rodya gently pat him on the back.

I still think that sometimes…

This is all just a bad dream and I'm having trouble waking up…

It always comes… Every morning, before I open my eyes…

Maybe this time… I'll wake up and see my familiar ceiling… Just maybe.

After he said that, he broke into tears.

It only made sense to wait for him to settle down.