Halo ate about five plates until he couldn't breathe.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. Everything about my Purpose is going smoothly, and still… my mind keeps circling back to my Nemesis every single day."
Liam clenched his fist.
Halo lay in his seat, his hand rubbing his swollen stomach.
"Whenever I think of them, I want to stop everything I'm doing and track them to the ends of the world. I've never felt hatred this strong. Not ever."
He turned to Halo.
"Does yours do the same to you?"
Halo gave him a lazy look.
Everyone had a Nemesis, a naturally sworn enemy. The world itself forced hatred between them, regardless of personal feelings. Mutual nemeses, where both parties held that designation for each other, were theoretically possible but had never been documented.
Not only did you need to track your own Nemesis, but you had to guard against whoever considered you theirs. A deadly triangle where timing meant everything.
