For the first time ever, Aengus seriously questioned his own identity. Was this body also from another world, like the young leader's?
"But how could he know his identity?" There were no clues apart from this young man before him.
"Bella, I need to ask him something. Don't kill him yet," Aengus said with a serious tone.
Bella turned and smiled. "Sure, sweetheart. Ask away—he can't escape anyway."
The young leader was in a dire state, his bones and body twisted in a disturbing manner.
Aengus leaned in closer, while Bella stepped back slightly, giving him some space. She understood that invading personal space too much could lead to distrust. Until they could share their secrets equally, she was willing to tolerate it.
Ignoring Ashter's agonized cries, Aengus leaned in closer and whispered, "Hey, which world are you from? I'm one of you. If you tell me the truth, I might let you live."
