He was not living for himself.
It was a phrase Theron had said more than once, and one that he would always remind himself of no matter how much time passed. What decided how long it went on for would be purely how long it took him to get his revenge. Not a second more. Not a second less.
He never cared to seek out Aeryn for revenge for what he had done to him. He hadn't thought about going back to the Thistles to snub his nose at their Patriarch's incompetence. He didn't even have anger in his heart for the Mandate Guild or Scholar McIntyre.
He didn't care.
Those thoughts of revenge, those hopes for payback, were all selfish. He would never waste time on them.
Theron's figure flashed and he appeared high on the walls of the Luminescent Moon Sect. With another step, he was already falling down the other side, his tattered robes fluttering before he landed with a soft bend of his knees.
