It was now deep into the night as Rogan's repeated footsteps echoed through the hall. Each step reverberated with a measured echo, his posture straight, and his gaze forward as he moved, looking at the door at the end of the hall.
That was his destination, and he knew very well of the accusations he would have to defend in there, not with honesty but with lies—lies he had prepared himself to tell long ago. After all, it was the least he could do to lessen the guilt of his betrayal.
Everyone told him he made the right choice, that he chose the lives of millions over one, but he couldn't bring himself to accept that view. Haze only felt anger towards him for a short while, and Calyx never even cared; both boys had trusted him again, and he won't break it this time.
