Breathing heavily, Noel, with his bloodshot eyes, looked around himself.
His gaze seemed to take in everything with hostility… with the intention to break — destroy something. And he was finding it harder and harder to suppress himself.
His soul had already healed, and the pain had faded. But the impact it left behind had only just begun… and he was struggling to cope with it.
He stood up and paced around his room, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles paled. He was trying to calm down — desperately — but nothing inside him seemed willing to settle.
The emotions that had suddenly returned didn't seem to allow that, either.
In his mind, everything he'd read inside the simulations kept replaying, looping, again and again.
And thinking that those were all possible futures for him—
That thought alone seemed to ignite something deep within.
For the first time, he realized just how much he had been holding back.
