After telling me the truth he had kept hidden for so long in a flat voice with a stoned face, Lucien now had a look of clear concern in his eyes. It was easy for me to realize that he was worried about my feelings and was ready to comfort me.
Regardless of how I felt, which at that moment I couldn’t quite make out what exactly I was feeling, I realized very quickly that Lucien was right about one thing. The truth is useless.
The old me would have started crying a long time ago or somehow ended up an emotional sobbing wreck. However, no matter how shocked or shaken I felt at the news, my mind was clear, and it was quickly processing this information in light of how I should proceed into my future. Since when did I become a little heartless and a lot more calculating?
