My steps are measured.
I don't walk too fast, nor do I move slowly, as we make our way inside the vast house that Aunt Leila and her husband occupied.
This sure brings back memories.
I now remember how I never once met her husband after I became a Leviathan.
If I did, I would have noticed his defined existence. Perhaps if I had noticed it on time, none of this would have happened.
No, I doubt it.
If that had happened, I would likely have been deceived by him, since I was an amateur Leviathan back then and I was desperate for all kinds of answers.
Lucien Zevalis… he would have used that against me and made me believe him.
Then, just like he did with Aunt Leila, he would discard me after my use expired… and that would be the best case scenario.
Worst case scenario, he could kill me very early before I even matured.
Regardless, I would be dead by now.
Perhaps it's a good thing we never met in this life… until it was too late.
No…
Good thing?
Can I really call it that?
