The sun began to light up the room, and Luxian's feathers seemed to absorb the yellow light coming through the window.
Khan opened his eyes, showing his usual blank expression.
Looks like... some forgotten memories came through nightmares... Maybe the effect of the medicine is wearing off?... Hmm... I feel like that wouldn't make sense...
With a light sigh, setting the question aside, he recalled the meaning of those memories.
...To ensure they wouldn't be deceived, I made them hate others... all rational beings are rotten.
His eyes turned a vibrant red.
Should these filthy pests still be allowed to live?
For a while, he was taken by strange thoughts, but soon calm returned to him.
Seems like I'm just a hypocrite...
Leaving the thoughts aside, he paid attention to what was in front of him. Something was blocking his view.
Several white feathers were preventing him from seeing the rest of the room, while his head still rested on a shoulder.
