Fortunately, the Mad Lord quickly calmed down, his mood becoming as gentle as the return of spring. Will breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to run his mouth any longer.
"He was an ordinary person."
The Mad Lord sighed softly, answering Will's question. His friend's greatest wish had been to be an ordinary person. Unfortunately, like him, his friend was destined never to be one.
'Anyone who's been to that hellscape is lucky just to come back alive. How could they dare dream of being an ordinary person after that?'
'A life like that is destined to be lived in pain.'
It had taken him twenty years to slowly move on. His friend never managed to, not even at the moment of his death.
Will was taken aback. 'What kind of answer is that? An ordinary person?'
'Who isn't an ordinary person?'
Seeing the Mad Lord was in low spirits, he started cracking some jokes to liven things up. A smile appeared on the Mad Lord's face, and Will relaxed, thinking his jokes had amused the boss.
