As the scenery changed, a thought knocked inside the white-scaled Monster's mind incessantly.
'Why didn't he... I expected him to say something...'
With time, people change.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the thirty-year-old -You- and the ten-year-old -You- are completely different people.
The same person. The same name. And yet...
With the appearance of the seventeen-year-old Mark, the white-scaled Monster had expected him to say his piece. But he had remained silent.
Was his despair just that heavy? So much so that even a few words were too much to ask?
The white-scaled Monster wasn't sure. But the thought did lead to a question.
'Why am I talking to the younger version of me? Or rather... Why am I seeing a child?'
The older Mark should have more to say. The older Mark should know more. Since he lived longer.
'Is it because I forgot... Even in my past life? No. I don't think that's it. Then...'
