Why? Why had he done it? Was it truly the only way? Or was it just selfishness, hidden under the guise of necessity?
Neo's brow furrowed.
His thoughts grew heavier.
"Neo?"
The voice pulled him back.
He turned. Moraine had woken. She sat up slowly on the bed, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was messy, and her voice was soft from sleep.
"Good morning," Neo said.
"Good morning," she replied.
Her tone carried a daze, as if she couldn't believe he was there in front of her.
Neo stood, brushing his hands against his clothes.
"You should freshen up. I'll make something for breakfast."
He paused, then remembered something.
"Actually… I'm going to invite Percival too."
Moraine blinked, surprised. "Percival?"
"Yes. I thought it would be better to have breakfast with everyone."
Yesterday, he noticed the way Percival spoke about the mansion, and about living there.
He sounded… lonely.
He might not say it directly, but it's clear to Neo.
