Chapter 52: Never Felt Secure
Tyrone frowned as he walked towards Raine. The woman was too domineering, but then he already expected this much the moment he agreed to work with her.
Remaining professional, he joined her on the bed, but he didn’t lay down. For now, he rested his back and head on the headrest like Raine beside him.
"You look like you have some thinking to do," Tyrone commented. He had noticed how Raine was in deep thought when he came in, and he wondered if it had anything to do with him. She has been staring at him ever since he came into the bedroom. She didn’t even blink an eye.
"Do you have a twin brother?"
"I’m the only one in this world. Why?" Tyrone replied with a question of his own "Is it because of the man you mentioned before? You said that I reminded you of him. Who is he? Does he look like me?"
Raine smiled, "You two have the same hair and eyes. I honestly don’t remember that boy’s face, but the hair and eyes..." She paused, trying to drum up a proper description as if the lollipop boy was standing right in front of her. He was looking into his eyes as she spoke, "I can remember them clearly. They blend well together, to the point that it made him look so unique."
Raine continued, "I particularly like those clear bluish-grey eyes. It was the first time I stared into someone’s eyes without the fear of having to judge whether I needed to kill someone or not. You see, my eyes are like a decree. A decree on whether to let a person live or die." She confessed. "If these bloody eyes of mine saw a mutant in that boy’s eyes, then I can’t guarantee that I could have saved him that time. You two are the same, Tyrone. Surprisingly as it may seem, I can’t tell whether you are human or a mutant whenever I look into your eyes."
A beat passed before Tyrone responded.
"I don’t think any of that is important in judging one’s life. Humans or mutants, whatever their kind might be, deserve to live. Especially when they mean no harm to others around them," he whispered.