Chapter 81: Orientation
Lance frowned when he heard that. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.
"So you really don’t care what people think about you?" Lance asked.
"No, I do care what people think about me. I have a crippling fear of what people think about me. It’s something that has plagued me longer than you would ever imagine.
But one day, I spoke to a blacksmith that changed most of my views on everything—my views on what I should care about and what not to care about.
And because of him, I’ve learned that I don’t need to be right in the eyes of everyone, and most especially in the eyes of self-righteous kids that have nothing better to do," Riven said.
"You are really a screwed-up person," Lance said.
"No, I think you fit the description more, Lance. I know your type. Because you are chosen, you feel like you’re supposed to be the perfect human, the one everyone looks up to.
You feel you just have to be that good that everyone sees, but that’s bullshit and hypocrisy, even if you don’t see it," Riven said and turned away, lying down to get some rest.
"It’s much better than wanting to be the oddball in the group," Lance said and got up. He walked out of the room.