A Voice for the Voiceless

Ru's gait resembled that of a zombie.

He dragged himself toward the bed, deliberately avoiding the many mirrors in the room, as if a single glance might shatter him. Sitting cautiously on the edge, he looked like a guest in someone else's life.

"I'm completely foolish," he muttered aloud, his voice brittle. "I exposed myself. Or rather... I exposed myself just to prove that I can't accept myself."

The words hovered in the air.

He blinked. "Cleverly," he added after a moment of hesitation, as if trying to convince himself that it was all part of a plan.

But the question echoed anyway:

Are you sure, Ru?

His chest tightened.

"Misha already knows that a dragon made me... to enslave the immortals."

He whispered it like it's some mythical curse.

"Heise was the source of that knowledge. He handed it to Kaero and Misha. If they believe Heise is telling the truth, they will spread it."

He stared blankly ahead.