"I can't give you your old lives back. I'm afraid no one ever will. But a chance to start again..."
He smiled warmly. "Now that… That might not be impossible."
Milo waited for him to explain how.
He wanted that chance, even though he couldn't picture what starting again would look like. Tomorrow he would still wake in this classroom. His parents would still be gone. Yet Kaiden was smiling at him from beneath that bright sky, speaking as if there was something he could do.
Milo was afraid to believe him, but he couldn't look away.
"When I met Calypso, some of you might remember the indigenous people living where her dungeon broke," Kaiden continued. "Just ordinary, non-awakened humans. They had children to raise, people to look after, and no way to protect them from the monsters around their settlement."
Milo glanced toward the classroom door. He could still hear the other children playing in the gym.
