"Are you sure he will come around?" Rayven asked Lazarus.
"I used to be sure but with time I am not sure about him anymore."
"Then he needs help more than ever."
"Well, you are here to help him. I am leaving." He said.
"You scolded me for pretending to not care. What are you doing now?" Rayven asked.
Lazarus's silver eyes glowed as his jaw tensed. "I. Am. Not. Pretending."
"So you suddenly don't care about him."
"I do. I just don't care right now."
Rayven was confused. What kind of nonsense was this?
"Perhaps he said hurtful things. He is just trying to push you away," Rayven explained understanding what Acheron was going through.
