"…And now here you are, looking me in the eye while greeting me," he said, eyes steady on mine. "I have to admit… you've changed, son."
Changed?
Yeah, that was one way to put it.
I had changed. A lot.
Because I wasn't the real Rin Evans in the first place.
…But he didn't need to know that.
"I had to change, Dad. If I want to become a hero."
"A hero, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. "So you're still obsessed with that. Maybe you haven't changed as much as I thought."
His tone was calm, even, completely composed. Like he was just making casual conversation—but I could feel it. He was testing me. Every word, every question—it was all measured.
But I wasn't a rookie either.
I've read enough novels to know how these kinds of tense family reunions usually play out.
So, was I nervous?
Sure. A little.
Worried? Not at all.
"Sit down," he said. "Let's have a light breakfast."
"Yes, sir."
