He wanted to leave.
He wanted to run away.
He wanted to gouge his eyes out if necessary.
Zenon's heart raced, unable to accept the clear reality presented in front of him. This very instant, the girl he once knew as Valeria now stood across from him as the Queen of Shipwreck.
The very leader who spoke delusional words about justice and can be ruled as insane by every single soul that has heard just one of her speeches, turned out to be his long-lost friend.
A person that took care of him at his lowest point. A person he could call family even.
"To be honest," Valeria tied her long, crimson-red hair in a ponytail. "I didn't think for a moment that it was you, Zenon. You didn't change that much, way less than I expected. You're… taller, that's all."
Zenon could feel ruthless drums cracking his ribs. He tried to look at her, just for one second, but something was keeping his eyes stuck to the ground.
