Am I sure, really, that he deserves this?
...
I don't know.
Am I sure I don't see him... as my son?
...
I don't know.
Am I sure, then, that he's a 'bad' person?
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I squinted, staring at the door I was standing in front of.
I had to... go inside. But I couldn't find the courage to do it.
The guards on both sides of the door were standing there, looking at me with nervous expressions, but I didn't care.
I was just... scared.
A king, a proud elf, yet scared.
Aiden Tenebra's words hadn't calmed me down or increased my anger many times over. It just... confused me, that's all.
And as if that wasn't enough, he didn't say anything else, except the question he asked, before he left the room.
Are you sure?
Such... simple yet heavy words.
A question I couldn't even answer at that, and also this, moment.