Maremalle spoke in a bubbly tone as if recalling a pleasant memory. How long has she been here? "Hey, have you been in this place for long? I'm kinda tired of people I know having more knowledge than me and never telling me anything." Everyone. Everywhere.
It was tiring and stale to be the last one who came to know what was happening and how bad things truly were. No one felt the need to tell the truth. Kyrie was never in the know of events that transpired around him.
It infuriated him beyond measure nowadays. "Okay, okay. Around seven months ago, Ingrid had a nasty nightmare about you, so she told me to stay put in this place." Maremalle looked at him, using her head to gesture an imaginary "pointing at you".
It was an extra salt in his wound when Ingrid, someone many miles, maybe half a country away, knew more about his life and destiny than him. Why does fate have such a twisted joy at playing him like a fiddle?
