Amon remained silent for a long while. The revelation about his class still lingered heavily in his mind. Eventually, however, he seemed to give up on thinking about it.
With a tired sigh, he dropped back onto Scarlett's lap and buried his face against her thighs.
"Why is this happening to me...?" He questioned to himself.
Scarlett looked down at him. Amon's muffled voice continued.
"All I'm trying to do is become strong and live a happy life. I don't have some grand ambition. I don't want to conquer the world, become an emperor, or rule over everyone." He's dream was simple.
He turned his face slightly, resting his cheek against her lap.
"I just want a carefree, entertaining life."
His expression became miserable.
"So why does everything keep getting more chaotic?"
Scarlett's fingers returned to his hair, gently stroking his head.
"There's not much we can do about that."
She spoke calmly.
