"Are you serious about what you just said?"
In front of him, Indra no longer saw the figure of the young man who always cast hateful glances every time he saw him. In front of him at this time, he actually saw the expression of a young man who questioned the sincerity behind his words just now. Isaac's eyes seemed to be asking for a vow of sincerity to him.
He didn't know what the young man had been through. He didn't know. There were so many questions he wanted to ask the young man. About his past. About what the Soedirjo clan did to the young man's family to create a deep and dense hatred in the depths of the young man's heart. About everything.
But he hesitated to ask all the questions that flashed in his mind. In addition, now was not the right time to hear stories from the past that might allow him to remember his past memories and answer some of the pieces of his past memories that had returned to him earlier.
