Chapter 107: An Advise From Someone Who Adapts
"They are leaving, Hera."
"Hmn. Yes, they are."
Riley and Hera were now sitting on top of the monument, watching as the crowd of people left one by one. The lights they planted, however, were still dancing lively around the monument and would probably last long before they were gone from the flat horizon of the lands of Ohio.
Right after they had finished their lullaby, everyone turned to the person beside them and started hugging them—it was clear that most of them didn’t know each other, but their shared tragedy was enough to get them together.
Tragedy, perhaps one of the only things where men come together. Funerals are a reunion. Perhaps I am actually doing a good thing by killing those people? No, of course not.
"What are you thinking about in that white head of yours?"
"Hmm?" Riley glanced at Hera, only for her to press her finger on his forehead.
"I asked what you were thinking about since earlier. You already had that expression back at the hotel," she repeated, gently pushing his head back before softly giggling at him. "I’ve never seen a twelve-year-old look like they have the weight of the entire world on their shoulders."
"Is it because of my white hair, Hera?"
"I didn’t say you looked old, I said you look like you have lots of things on your mind."
"I do have lots of things on my mind, Hera." Riley also pressed his finger on his forehead, "The thoughts do not stop, even when I am asleep. But to answer your question, I was thinking of dropping out of Mega Academy—I believe I do not fit there."
"...And where do you think you fit?" Hera raised an eyebrow.