Gio's attitude was much calmer than Gregor expected.
This was new information to him, after all.
Arcadia wasn't a small place. There wasn't a situation in this world where people from the Lower Strata didn't understand what the Upper Strata meant.
It was broadcast everywhere. The division of class between Strata was one of the most clear-cut hierarchies in human society.
As such, for someone from the Wasteland to be told that he was actually from Arcadia should have been preposterous.
No, Gio didn't even question him that far. He didn't ask a single question about how he ended up in the Wasteland or why his father was coming for him now.
He didn't need to.
'I was livid in the past.'
He was absolutely furious when they came to him. He had been struggling to survive for so many years only for them to appear out of nowhere and tell him that he could live the easy life.
What was the point of everything, then?
