The pain in Son's voice was gut-wrenching, but Sol knew the feeling all too well.
Sol opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it. Just because he understood Son's pain, it didn't mean they were in the same position.
At least Sol had an outlet for the anger and frustration he felt. Getting stronger and taking revenge; to make that person regret what he did.
Although his master wanted him to stop and take a break, the more he adapted to the daily life in the Academy the more anxious he felt.
Sol felt like he wasn't doing enough to get stronger, and he was beginning to question his decision to enter the Academy.
Suddenly, Sol shook his head internally.
It was selfish of him to be thinking about his own problems in this situation.
"Brother Sol…"
Son's call brought Sol out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Son staring at him with his listless eyes.
