#Chapter16
/"Star, uppy./" An odd squeal of a sound accompanied his words, and his arms were jabbed up again with more force. /"Starrrrr. Lumen ouchie. Cwy./"
To look at him, a face of beauty that had matured far past that of the mind that existed within, it was a battle. To still see him as he had been when I had found him, knee-high and snotty-nosed, cold, confused and lost, it made this new image harder to swallow. It made it feel as though it was all but an act, made to fool me into lowering my guard.
But at the same time, the look of pure excitement that lit the boy's eyes up at the simplest thing, or the ready-to-go smiles, or the naivety he displayed, he made it hard to see him as an enemy. Which would have been the perfect guise had he been an enemy.
As I stared at him, that war raging, the little boy he had been, or the teenager he was supposed to be, it seemed to stretch on forever.
