In case of impact, I meditate my eyes.
But the weight of the building won't come for long.
Instead, just...
"Oh, you've had a good day."
Oh, my God, Estelle's voice reached my ear, including the sound.
"... Estelle?
"Ooh, it's Estelle showing off her powers like a gorilla. - Okay?
What I saw with my lid open was Estelle supporting the building with one hand, as if she were my grandmother.
"In the meantime, take that kid away from the building, will you?
If you throw it off badly, the damage will spread. "
Karakara and Estelle laughed as she could afford it.
"Wow, okay!
I'll hold Mr. Astoria and get out of the building where she's stopped on her way down because of Estelle.
When I hold him up, Mr. Astoria's head, hands and feet are powering him, so Dallari, he's thrown out.
Is the chest still not breathing or up or down?
Instead, the red stain is spreading like a large petal.
As we confirmed just before Bill fell, there was no light in either of those two eyes as beautiful as those gems.
I'm not a doctor.
So I can't make that decision.
But I get it.
Her life is over.
Yet her body temperature passes over her clothes.
It's still warm.
For a second, I thought you were just fainting.
"Mr. Astoria, Mr. Astoria, can you hear me?
Mr. Astoria??
When I get out of the building, it's a heart massage.
No, first look for life-saving tools?
No, the life-saving tools can't be used without letting the magic flow.
Then a heart massage?
I've never done it, but I've seen it in the video.
Even the specials for children that handled them provided explanations.
I remember.
For once, I could break her bones and get her hurt badly.
I may not be able to do it properly.
... Why, I can't get the magic.
How can you be so helpless?
Even cardiac massage is a common way to instill magic, and the only way not to do so is with a degree of miscellaneous knowledge.
It was dangerous.
Very, very dangerous behavior.
Still, I have to rely on my memory.
Other than pouring in magic, it's pretty much the same way.
No, but wait, are you sure it's a good idea to stay bleeding?
I don't know.
I don't know.
What would your sister do?
What would Dad do?
If it's your mother, grandpa, grandma?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
While you're at it, get out of the building and leave.
She said she liked me.
As a romantic emotion, I said I like it.
That determination manifested herself, or she layered her lips on me like this.
She's cute.
Even her family are good people.
Such a girl told me she liked me.
I don't want you to die.
I thought so.
I wanted to help, I thought strongly.
By the time I realized it, I had not thought about the mess, cut open the chest of her clothes, and had a heart massage as I remember it.
Secure the airway and breathe in.
If magic could have been used, I'm sure it would have been easier to help.
If magic could have been used, I'm sure it would have prevented her from getting hurt as well.
"It's my fault. Because I'm useless, I can't do it, I'm a tool (scum)."
I couldn't protect it.
So she got hurt and stopped that heart.
And I'm about to pass into heaven.
I'm desperate to hold onto that.
That's when I remembered him.
I'm sure that's how he felt then, too.
I didn't want Mr. Astoria to die.
I didn't want to lose it.
He told me he liked me for being such a scumbag.
The reply is settled.
It is obvious that you will make her cry tenderly.
But that's why I wanted to tell her right.
You can communicate your words to them, your thoughts, because they live.
If Mr. Astoria dies, he won't even be able to do it.
Mr. Astoria can cry.
You can break Mr. Astoria's heart if you want.
Still, I want her alive.
"Come back, Tam, Tam, Astoria!!
I keep shocking her as her heart moves, praying that she doesn't disappear from this world, that she doesn't die.
She doesn't respond.
The eyes remain lost of light.
From his face, he lost his life, and it seemed as if that look on Gonske's face that he was looking at and smiling innocently was illusory.
"I don't like this, I don't like goodbyes.
Come back, come back to me, come back.
Astoria!! "
This may have been the first time I've thought about it that way, maybe.
If I put my thoughts in my mouth, my chest ached.
Shouting her name, her vision distorted with tears.
I don't like someone close to me dying.
You can't let that happen when a girl who told me she liked herself like this dies.
I want her to live and be happy.
I want you to find your lover, laugh, and live more than I do.
Be aware of that.
But I just realized she doesn't breathe back.
Depending on my awkward massage, her body just wobbled.