Weren't he sick of that kind of life?
He was. Of course, he was. Or rather, he used to be. Zein was a human after all. He used to feel sick of not having a guarantee for tomorrow, of struggling just to eat, to keep worrying about his brothers.
He was so sick of it that he wanted to get out of the red-zone.
He was so sick of it that he grew numb. He learned so much about coping with his limitation, of accepting his fate.
Now he just didn't care much. He just lived the way life roll its path for him, and he stopped questioning it. People like him had no leeway of choosing the path they wanted, of doing the thing they wanted.
But was there really something that he wanted in the first place?
He made a journey to the borderland to find an answer. He made a journey to the green-zone to find another answer. But even then, all the things that he did; guiding, training others, joining the research...
