"And one day, he came up to me. The fact that I couldn't see normally had always bothered him, but he never mentioned it. Not until that day," Ren rubbed his red, swollen eyes. "I was at the Temple's library, hiding behind a large bookshelf. There was enough space for me, who was nothing but bones at that time," he chuckled, although his eyes still held pain.
A brief pause followed, as if the omega was arranging his words in his mind.
"He came up to me after his training—I knew better than anyone how horrible they were—forced to kill people just to become stronger, as they repeated to us. As if saying so would make their words become true. And trapped within those tall white walls, I had begun once again to believe they were right." He inhaled sharply before shaking his head. "Anyhow, Ilyan had brought a book with him."
When Ren glanced toward Zayden, he noticed curiosity flickering in his eyes.
