Nero stood transfixed, not sure what to say.
'They sound genuine.'
For a moment, the entire world zoomed out of focus.
It became blurry and distant, as though he was not on it.
What was this feeling?
It had been so long, he had already forgotten what it was or how to recognize it.
He sighed as the world slowly returned back to normal.
"But we cannot afford to be naive..." He heard Obed saying.
"If we leave things as they are, we'll have our throats split open in our sleep."
Nero was silent for a moment.
Then he glanced around. The world around them was relatively silent.
Whenever he met any eye, they quickly drew their gazes away.
But there was one set of eyes that refused to look away when their gazes met.
The young man, Emif from Kanka, stared at him with wide eyes.
Nero stared back.
Then without warning, bent over and fished out some bread and meat from the crate.
Obed stared at him with raised brows,
"Cain. What are you...?"
