"Monster …" Morty, one of Lucian's students, was the first to arrive back at the base. He dropped to his knees, lifting his head as he struggled to catch his breath.
His gasps ragged and desperate, as if he might collapse at any moment. "That man … that man is a monster!"
Medeia tilted her head, looking down at the exhausted man before her. "What happened to you? Were you being chased by a monster?"
Morty suddenly clutched her legs, his voice trembling with frustration. "The only monster here is your Vice Leader! He took us to some faraway land and told us to run back on foot! Is he a psycho or what?!"
Morty couldn't stop cursing Lucian, spitting out a string of harsh words with such passion that Medeia felt a pang of envy.
She missed the days when she could freely say such things without a second thought—something she hadn't done since the moment she arrived in this world.
What a shame.
