In the past few weeks, Liam caught up with most of the Temple and the Blood Troupe.
Everyone was doing just fine.
Liam felt… strange meeting people after so long.
There were a few banquets hosted in his honor, and he attended them after being forced by Ryu and the likes.
Liam expected there to be some sort of emotion with their reunion, but…
Nothing.
Liam felt absolutely nothing out of the ordinary when meeting his fellow acolytes.
It was like he'd seen them everyday for the past year.
As they laughed and chatted and got drunk, Liam faked a smile, his thoughts idly drifting towards what his plan was for the future.
'There was a time that Darius would have enjoyed these things,' Liam suddenly thought.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Dwelling on those feelings wouldn't change a thing.
He'd long accepted who he was.
Instead, Liam put most of his focus into this plan of his.
