Chapter 388 - 380. A Stack of Memories
"Would he be alright?"
When the question was asked, Radia paused for a second. He shared a glance with Zein, whose lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, my sweet younglings," Radia chuckled as he looked at Bassena and Han Shin, who immediately pursed their lips while looking confused. "How innocent you are."
"Don’t patronize me."
Zein smiled and patted his esper’s arm. "You can’t possibly believe Han Joon is that vulnerable? The man who mentored you in hand-to-hand combat?"
"Well..."
Radia leaned back on his chair and laughed, ruffling the confused healer. "You still have this image of him that was so...gentle, courteous, a role model of morals and ethics," he smiled. "But that, sweet child, was just a facade, don’t you see? His play to be good enough to maintain his rank and access, but not exceptional enough to be noticed."
"All this time...he’d been pretending?" Han Shin narrowed his eyes. He did feel that his brother was rather different the last time they met, but...he had thought it was nothing but nerves.
After all, his beloved hyung had been nothing but gentle and kind to him. A generous and valiant soul.
"Well, I wouldn’t say he was pretending in his love for you," Radia said reassuringly. "But the rest?"
At that moment, the crimson eyes dimmed. "He’d been doing it all his life, hiding what was really inside his mind. You," he looked at the healer. "You should know it too."
Han Shin bit his lips and lowered his eyes, staring hard at the beautiful wooden table. Did he know? Of course, he did, if he took his time to think about it. His silent hyung, always bearing everything alone, buried all feelings and emotions deep so as to not anger their wicked father.