Hans gazed out the window of the plane as he saw the buildings in the distance become smaller, he sighed out loud, but no one aside from Caelan heard him.
A voice in his head… Caelan's voice spoke to him.
"Family… can be pretty troublesome at times"
"You're right"
Hans didn't have anything to say, he just wanted a bit of time to think about everything.
His worries had grown exponentially ever since he returned to Italy...
If he ever managed to wake his mother up… how could she tell her about him killing her sister? How could he confess what he saw?… what he did…
'Who cares…'
He thought as he retracted his seat to lay down on it as if it were a bed…
'I will only be able to care about those things when mother's back… so let's think about that first'
