"Save… me?" The boy stopped shivering and stared Lance in his teary eyes.
Lance could feel the atmosphere in the room lighten as the boy stopped trembling, though his grey eyes remained silent and still.
"How do you… know my name?" He emotionlessly spoke, his quiet voice stumbling across the echoing room.
"Your friend, Lagurin told me. He's the one who sent us to save you," Lance began to lower his voice to the boy.
"Lagurin? My friend… Mom's friend..." The boy uttered.
Lance's mouth gaped open, speechless, not knowing what to say. He snapped out of it and remembered what he came to do. He realized that he had to be extremely cautious about what he said around him, and he'd have to try and get him to open up before he could ask him to leave.
"Hey King, is there anything you like doing? Anything that makes you happy?" Lance tried showing enthusiasm, but his voice was drowned by his shivering despair.
