Chapter 240 - 233. Because I Know
"Will you stay here...after it’s done?"
Senan asked it carefully, observing Zein’s reaction with rapt attention. The man in question let go of his esper’s cheek, and glanced slightly at the old man’s direction. It was clearly written in those eyes what the old man wanted to hear--what image he was drawing in his mind; remnant of the past that he failed to protect.
Zein understood this. But understanding and fulfilling it was a different matter.
"Hmm..." the blue eyes shifted to gaze at the esper that was patting his freshly squeezed cheeks. Bassena tilted his head, looking at the guide confusedly with a big ’what’ within the ambers. Zein smiled slightly as he made his reply. "I don’t think I’ll use it as a permanent resident."
Bassena blinked, feeling just as surprised as Senan. He personally thought that Zein would want to reside in this place after it was done, since it was very fitting with Zein’s style and personality; it was far from crowds and noises, it had a large body of water, it had a nice air and a lot of trees and plantation.
Bassena wasn’t really picky about where he would live, as long as they were together. Of course, it was quite a distance from Althrea, but they could just build a launch pad and a helicopter to commute just like this.
Why wouldn’t Zein want to stay here when he even reconstructed the whole place?
"You heard about it already, don’t you? I wouldn’t be here for the next five years," Zein said as he shifted his gaze back toward the lake.
Ah...somehow, Bassena forgot about this. Was it because they were just having fun playing skipping stone a few minutes ago? It made him think that their days would always be as bright as today’s weather.
"But...it’s not fixed yet, isn’t it?" the old man argued; there was a frown on his head and his voice. It wasn’t subtle at all, the way he implied that he objected to Zein going to the Deathzone. Surely, if Zein was truly his ’young master’, Senan would have told the man ’no’ and done anything to prevent Zein from going.
But Zein wasn’t truly his ’Young Master’. Zein did not grow up under him, and had ended up as this independent adult that could make his own decision without outside intervention.