Robin pressed his fingers against the spot between his brows, exhaling slowly.
"This is all very grand, incredibly epic even, but... what's the point?"
"Don't worry," Hedrick said, offering a calm, knowing smile.
"I'll connect the dots for you now."
"Before that turning point in my life—before that moment—I didn't want anything from the universe except to breathe a little longer, to stay alive just until my fate inevitably caught up with me.
When would it happen? I had no idea.
How would it come? Not a clue.
All I knew was that I was growing stronger with every passing century… but for no reason. For nothing at all."
He paused, then continued with greater weight in his voice.
"But after that incident, that brief war… everything changed.
I found something I had long been missing: a reason.
I no longer wanted strength for revenge, or as a punishment to endure.
I wanted to grow stronger for myself, to reclaim meaning.
