"You… already knew."
Ravon's voice trembled as the realization set in.
The faint light in his eyes—the bright, powerful spark that had returned when he began to speak—slowly dimmed again as 'hope' disappeared.
His shoulders slumped, and his head dropped low until his matted hair shadowed his face.
"You know—"
He whispered, his voice breaking,
"—yet you still stand with them."
His chained hands clenched, the cold metal biting into his skin.
"You… you are no different from them…"
He spoke, a fake, hollow smile appearing on his face—a smile Kael could not see, but even then, he could feel it. He could feel Ravon breaking down, he could see the flicker of hope that had returned in his hollow, dark life disappearing right in front of him.
And despite seeing it all, his expression didn't change.
His face remained calm—almost too calm.
After all, at this point, even he realized what 'role' he was supposed to play here. A 'role' that would set things right.
