"My legs are gone!! Give it back! My foot!
I wonder what this woman is talking about.
She groans and twinkles.
Jill is holding it down all over her body.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch"
Oh, it's really loud already.
"Are you an idiot?
When I said that, I looked at me with tears in my eyes.
Looks like you still don't understand what you've been told.
"I took your legs, but not even your brain."
The woman hardens and looks at me.
I don't think it's okay to raise the groan anymore.
I wonder if people forget the pain when they say something shocking.
Loosen the hand Jill was holding her back.
"Oh, are you okay with not raising your voice anymore? Doesn't it hurt?
I said to her with a thin grin.
"It hurts. It hurts. You lost your leg, didn't you?
In the meantime, I think we got out of the panic.
Calming down is so important.
"I can't believe you took my leg..."
She said that as she looked at her feet.
... that's the thing.
She's not stupid, she doesn't know what would happen if she left the necrosis.
Poor villages don't get a lot of education.
So if you get sick, you don't know how to cure it. The virus keeps spreading and making the worst of it.
"Hey, what's your name? I'm Alicia."
"... Rebecca"
She answered as she looked painful.
"Rebecca, if your leg hadn't been severed, you might have died."
"Huh?... dead?
"Your leg was necrosis…, the cells were dead. I can't tell you the whole story because the rate of progression varies from person to person, but if you left it alone, the necrosis would have spread and you might have died."
She seemed to immediately understand what I said.
... You're smart.
"My skin..."
She reflected her face in the water in the fountain.
Yeah, I cleansed her skin, too.
Isn't that pretty much what you're doing to her?
"Yes..."
"Don't thank me, do you?
She looked at me with her eyes round.
Jill also looks at me with her eyes round her side.
I don't want you to mistake me for a good man.
Bad girls move for their own good. I need to get consideration.
"There's no way I'm just helping people out with good intentions."
Even the Virgin must have never helped anyone with just good intentions.
It's a price to pay for what seems like a good person from around here.
I want to be a good person, a kind person, I want to be, I always have that feeling.
So if you do something that you don't like, you're bound to think somewhere in your heart that I've done so much for you, and I've been kind to you.
That's how I'd feel if the consideration wasn't paid. That might be annoying.
Because I don't have any friends, Heroin often tells me I'll keep you company, but maybe the kid likes one.
I'm a basic hypocrite. And are you hiding it in society or exposing it to the table? That's all.
Rebecca, you're gonna have to pay for this.