The pain in Son's voice was gut-wrenching, but Sol knew the feeling all too well.
Sol opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly shut it.
Just because he understood Son's pain, it didn't mean they were in the same position.
At least Sol had an outlet for the anger and frustration he felt.
Sol wanted revenge and everything he did up until now was to make that person regret what he did.
His master wanted him to stop and take a break, and Sol wanted to, but the more he adapted to the daily life in the Academy the more anxious he was feeling.
He felt like he wasn't doing enough to get stronger, and he was beginning to question his decision of entering the Academy at all.
Sol suddenly shook his head internally.
It was selfish of him to be thinking about his own problems in this situation.
"Brother Sol…"
Son's call brought Sol out of his thoughts.
Sol looked up and saw Son staring at him with his listless eyes.
