Julian Constantine!

The boy, who had fallen to his knees, had his head held low, his body casting a shadow on the ground, his hair disheveled, and his eyes hot.

"I've been starving for days. They only fed me with water, so I won't die from dehydration before they felt like I'd lived long enough. Do you think I would be alright after being treated so inhumanely?!" The boy immediately listed out the hell he had been through in the past few days.

"Seeing as how you're so loud, I guess you're. You have the strength to move, right? Get up and follow after me closely. I'll escort you outside. We're getting out of here."

Roy confirmed that he wouldn't be dying due to starvation or thirst anytime soon, although he looked bony and had deep, dark patches under his eyes.

Thus, Roy told him to pull his own weight.

The boy raised his head and stared at him with red eyes.