"Did you… do something?" Charles asked, his voice trembling despite himself. He could sense something was wrong. There was no way everyone should be lying on the ground at once—not the imperial guards.
Ren didn't answer at first. He only looked at him.
Then, softly, almost too softly, he said, "Why? Are you afraid of the powers you've only heard of?"
The crimson glow in his eyes deepened, the colour of fresh blood.
"G-Go away," Charles stammered, stumbling backward until his spine hit the cold wall of the cell.
He could sense that this man wasn't here only to reveal his identity. If he had meant to keep it hidden, that would mean he wouldn't let him off the hook easily now that Charles knew the truth.
Ren's lips curved slightly. It wasn't amusement—it was relief.
To see the man who once terrorized him trembling… it didn't bring joy. It only quieted the ache that had grown inside him throughout the years.
