Inside his room at the Twilight Headquarters in Aror...Alan sat on his bed...contemplating.
'Henry...Serena...Elijah...Sabrina...Kazikato...Max...Alice...'
...he recalled the names of everyone...everyone he knew whose trauma he went through...
'So...everyone was suffering.'
Alan thought...suddenly...he wanted to laugh at himself.
All this time, he had made foolish excuses to be angry because of the reason of his existence. Him not knowing his 'true' Identity.
How funny...how fucking despicable...
He thought...criticizing himself.
He laughed at himself.
All this time, his insecurities were so little, it was like he was a frog in a well. Not ready to see the pond.
"Hahhahha...hahahah..."
A pitiful laugh...a Laugh at himself, at his own foolishness.
...
...
He lay down on his bed...But then... As if a new determination had sprung forth...he immediately opened a portal and stepped inside.
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[At Alan's grandparents' home.]
'They are all okay...'
Good...
