The memory was blurry, but it was certainly there. He remembered quite well—he wasn't exactly a baby when it happened. These were the very few fragments that reminded him he'd had a life before now.
Before everything.
And that was why he could remember such a forgettable detail about his rebirth. The situation surrounding his mother. The three sisters. That particular thing that had killed them.
Now that he thought about it, there was no way Shin and Eisha wouldn't have discovered that body and known something was wrong.
Northern's brows furrowed even more.
'They know.'
The realization settled like lead in his gut. Their reluctance to show him to the world made sense now. Teaching him to be harmful and dangerous? No. Instead, they'd taught him only in the way of love. They'd basically raised him to be a good person and left him defenseless against the obvious dangers of the world.
