The sun hadn't come up when the warm fire lulled them to sleep.
Kiro hadn't the slightest clue why, but from the little sleep that stole his conscious mind, he dreamt of his grandfather for the first time since he could remember.
Not even the labyrinth triggered something of that sort, he supposed the conversation they had lit fire under his belly and he was hopeful.
It was just the same memory it was back then at the labyrinth of terror. His grandfather giving him the family necklace and telling him they were once a prestigious family. For the first time since he remembered, he pondered about those words.
Unlike back then, he could now understand what those words meant. But they didn't make sense as Kiro grew up poor as far as he remembered. Even his father grew up with nothing and he never heard stories from his father, no stories he told Kiro anyway.
