Lucas leaned back, he was taken by the words of this little boy, "why-why would you say that?" He asked him in a stuttering tone.
Lucas had no intention of hurting not killing this helpless little boy. He had a sister close to his age, so that wouldn't be bringing him any joy.
Every poor and sick kid reminded him of Mina, and he wanted to come back home as quickly just to see her smile again.
"I'm destined to die..." The boy sniffed his nose as his eyes slowly began to fill with water.
"No, no! Who told you that?" Lucas softened his tone as he straightened his arms to hug him, "don't worry, you're not going to die..."
A quick thought when through Lucas's mind, 'why does he think that way?' He turned back to Haya and Xina.
These two had worried expressions so Lucas immediately assumed that they must know something about him, 'something is wrong!' Lucas felt sharp energy flowing through his body.
He released the boy and looked straight into his eyes.
