Chapter 327: Countdown Before The End
Was it detrimental to his recovery? Arren didn’t think so. Most might think it was him, fighting poison with poison, but in his opinion, so what?
Would he just let psychological treatment slowly heal his wounds? He could do that. Yet... This wasn’t something that could be treated with simple counseling or therapy sessions.
The thing was... All of this debt is in the past. The memories, the torment, and everything that happened were in the past. It didn’t happen to the current him, yes. Some might argue that if they knew.
However, it was engraved in his soul. It wasn’t just memories. The despair, helplessness, and torment... Everything was real. It all happened—not to the current him, but he experienced it nonetheless.
It was all the same.
The him of the past and the him of today—it was all him. Arren was tired of escaping and burying the filth in his subconscious; he would embrace them.
Just because he was covered in filth didn’t mean he was dirty. It also didn’t mean that he didn’t deserve to move forward. They would remain, but it was up to him to leave them behind.
And so, what he needed wasn’t treatment. He needed closure. Arren needed revenge.
Revenge for the past him. Revenge for the him that would never come back. To do that, seeing him... was necessary. If it was the end or beginning, Arren was not afraid.
After all... Arren looked up and glanced in front of him, at that reliable back. His confidence and resolve became even more solid.
Duke Merphen seemed to become even more crazy as soon as the squad leader pointed his gun at him, and Arren was forced to snap out of his thoughts.