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What stuck in Cyril''s ears were Irene''s words from earlier.
I''m not sure what to say, but I''d like to hear it.
He didn''t include himself in that ''excellent'' category...
The feeling of inferiority that Cyril had been secretly feeling lately.
It''s not that I don''t like it, but it''s not that I don''t like it.
And yet, it''s just me.
I haven''t been able to move forward in any way.
The fear of being left behind.
Is it a difference in talent?
Or the difference in effort?
Either way...
I don''t want to be like that anymore! Please, please, please... Cure Serious Wounds!
Cyril prayed to the gods with more feelings than ever before, hoping for a miracle that would surpass his own abilities.