"Why?"
Alden's gaze sharpened.
Distrust and suspicion warred within, fueling his paranoia even further.
"You've given me no indication that you're trustworthy. Why should I listen to what you have to say?"
The young man stepped forward, suddenly overcome with an urge to release all his frustrations.
His future self shrugged.
"Because you must. If you want to save Cece."
Alden froze.
He stared at the devilish grin on his other self's face, feeling a dark squall of emotions brewing in his chest.
His expression turned extremely dark.
'That bastard.'
Alden gritted his teeth, hatred and a spark of murderous intent igniting in his eye.
He clenched his fists.
Eventually, he forced himself to relax. Alden's body slowly deflated, the tension gradually leaving his muscles. His brows twitched, discerning the goading light in his other self's eyes.