Water droplets fell from across the damp ceiling. Leon's bright golden eyes stared blankly at his prison cell as he seemed to be lost in a deep thought that had haunted him. He didn't close his eyes, hating the idea of sleeping that was brought not by exhaustion but by boredom. He rather stay awake than to see the ghosts of those whose lives he had taken.
He thought he had made peace but there will always be a day when the haunting gets worse than usual, destroying both his spirit and his body.
"Is there no way for you to stop the snow?"
The voice that had appeared caught his attention. He turned to see Lilah, her face bearing a look of pity that made him felt pathetic. There was once a time when Lilah was his right hand commander, the one who had protected him until the authority he possessed was taken away from him.
"Did Vespara asked for that?" Leon's voice was gentle despite the reasoning that had brought him behind the bars.
