Theo's hardened gaze slowly began to soften.
It wasn't because he had found some kind of catharsis, or he had let go of his hatred for the Sarvos Royal Family. Instead, it was because the faces of his old friends began to surface in his mind once again.
It was painful to think about them, but just remembering them also gave him an indescribably warm feeling inside.
'From this point, everything out there looks so dark, dirty, and insignificant…' Theo mumbled, staring at the city of Sarvos from his elevated height. "But, we were all happy, even in our suffering…"
Yet—
'If not for my mistake… we would have remained happy.'
At that moment, Theo couldn't help but think back to that night when everything changed. There were a few vague details, but those usually came to him in the form of nightmares.
Clearly, these were things he didn't want to remember.
