The moment Grey heard those words, his expression changed instantly.
It was as if a deafening explosion had gone off inside his head.
As the words sank in, a torrent of memories surged forth uncontrollably. One scene after another replayed themselves in his mind, vivid and painfully clear.
He saw Caster standing atop a solitary block of ice, hands clasped behind his back, overlooking the entirety of the scavenger camp as if it were his personal domain. His posture had been relaxed, yet there was an undeniable air of authority about him.
Another memory surfaced.
Caster casually reminding him to heat his food before eating.
Cold food isn't good for your body, he had said, his tone indifferent, yet oddly sincere.
At the time, Grey hadn't thought much of it. Now, the memory struck him like a knife to the chest.
