A few days after Soren recovered, he and Zale finally went to meet Stephen.
Zale appeared disinterested, he didn't even want to come here but Soren dragged him anyway and he couldn't say no to Soren.
Stephen glanced between Soren and Zale, hesitating for a moment. "There's a lot you don't know," he started, his voice low, as though the memories were too painful to summon. "What you've been told…it's not the full truth."
Zale sat back in his chair, his arms crossed. His eyes, however, stayed sharp, even if he didn't care for the details. He had made it clear before—he only cared about Soren. His past, his parents, Shilister—none of it mattered as much as the present.
Soren, on the other hand, leaned forward, his expression filled with a quiet concern. "Then tell us the truth, Uncle Stephen. What happened between you and Shilister that made you leave everything behind?"