The skin on Volac's face was burned. It was a terrible burn to make one faint from pain but not enough to make him die. Roland knew about this as he had controlled the amount of heat his fire could produce, knowing how much was too much and how much was enough. It was enough to bring Volac's anger to a stop and to bring him back to soberness as he kept on talking about how he was the coward and someone who would simply run away from his problem.
But Roland knew this better than anyone.
He never ran away from his problem. He had always faced his matter alone and even when he was disappointed by his brother's action, he had never held a grudge or remembered it against him.
Volac who was hit with the reality of what happened in their childhood was stunned on his spot. He stared hard and still at Roland and slowly narrowed his eyes in disbelief, "What are you fooling? Seven hundred whip marks? You were the one who left me— I—"
