Lyrian dropped down in front of Silvus. He walked forward, nearing the boy whose legs had already given out. Right now, even if Silvus wanted to, he wouldn't be able to get up.
A flurry of emotions swelled up within him. He felt like crying, his entire world crumbling before him as he stared at the damned monster in front of him.
Throughout his entire life, he had never come so close to wanting to end it all. He had pondered from birth, and even he knew this, but to have a random kid, a peasant at that whom he had never even seen--come in and destroy everything that he had worked for--it was horrifying and devastating.
Not only what he had worked for, but his life. Right now, Silvus felt as though his life was over. And when questioning how, or why, the answer always led back to Lyrian.
"Damn it! Why did you have to show up!? You've ruined everything!"
Silvus suddenly broke out into tears. He slammed his fist into the ground.
