Kael was a good person from the heart.
Even though pure-blooded elves despise and hate the halves…
…Even though her mother died because of them, she couldn't kill an innocent person.
Part of the reason was also that she couldn't kill a full-blood elf unless it's self-defense.
"Why do they even make halves when they don't like them?" Kael said, looking back at Velyrian who followed her.
"It's so fucking annoying when they call themselves the children of nature but can't control their lust."
Velyrian blinked, surprised at how blunt Kael was.
He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again.
What could he even say to that?
"…You're not wrong," he muttered instead.
"Those fuckers just throw us away." Kael scoffed. "We are too elf for humans, too human for elves."
Velyrian let out a sigh as he looked around the place.
They were walking down the cracked stone path, which soon turned into a narrow trail guarded by trees and moss-covered ruins.
