Chapter 43: Fifty Years Later
Mickey and I were too shaken to be able to sleep, so we sat in the kitchen for a while, silent. It was a clear night, and we could see the moon crawling up the black sky through the slit of the curtains.
I had no words to describe the feelings that were fighting in my soul. The avalanche of knowledge and emotion that Zero had unleashed on us overwhelmed my senses. It felt like the world turned upside down, and I was numb from it. Not yet able to determine what it meant, and how things would change from now on.
Mickey was the same. He was uncharacteristically still. Thoughtful.
After a while, he said:
'Do you believe him?'
I hesitated.
'I believe that he believes in what he says, at least.'
There was wonder in Mickey's eyes.
'But it makes sense, doesn't it? All of it. We were told since we were little that wraiths are a mistake. A dead-end branch of evolution. They even call us genetically altered, like there is a source from which we deviated. That we're unoriginal. But I... I never felt like a mistake. I never felt that I was born wrong.'