Zephyr's shoulders dropped further as he retreated, a quiet air settling around him.
He tried to stand, only to stagger, yet still forced himself to stand and stepped back, droplets of blood trickling down the silver strands clinging to his forehead. A bitter smile flashed in his gray eyes. So now he couldn't even receive guiding from Cien?
He was clearly in pain, yet... he couldn't even reach out to the only one he wanted because if Zephyr did, he would kill him?
Then why had he even awakened as an Esper at all? Just why? Why was he given this vast power—that never came when he wished for it. What was the point of it all?
Although he had regained his reason, his mind was clearly not right at the moment.
If Zephyr could see himself now, he would have noticed the faint red creeping into his gray pupils. At first, Zephyr had only wanted to act a bit pitiful in front of Lucien to take advantage of his kindness, but the more he thought, the darker his thoughts became.
