He had lost count of how long he had lived.
Thousands of years? Tens of thousands...?
At some point, it all just turned into a number. Meaningless. He stopped caring long ago, because not a single day had passed in those years when he hadn't wanted to die. From being tortured just so they could harvest his blood, to the cruel irony of being unable to die through it all.
It was in such years that Noel forgot what it meant to be human.
...It was in such years that he became what he was today.
Although he hid it well from his brother, his true nature had changed. He felt nothing. No emotion, no attachment. As if the world around him had lost all meaning.
He was just...
There.
"....."
Standing in silence, Noel turned his attention towards Toren's puppet.
He had forgotten what this guy's real name was.
He stood opposite him, his gold hair swaying slightly as his golden pupils shone brightly within the room.
It was as if he were the sun itself.
