Every member of the Undying Club is a person without a home, so these wanderers come together to console each other and alleviate the eternal loneliness.
"So meaningless..."
Sai Zong mumbled, handing the empty glass back to Bode to have it filled once more.
"Serey, you really know how to kill a mood, not high, not low... I really don't know what to make of you."
Sai Zong wanted to criticize more, but just as the words reached his lips, he lost interest as if he didn't have the energy to speak anymore.
Meaningless.
Serey is a stubborn guy; if words could sway him, Aisha wouldn't have died, Olivia wouldn't have left, and all this mess wouldn't have followed.
Sai Zong drank gloomily, while Bode quietly refilled his glass, and Wei'Er hid quietly on the side, not wanting to get into trouble.
In the silence, Serey curled up, hugging himself tight. It's hard to imagine a Night Race Lord looking so pitiful, like a stray dog drenched in cold rain.
