Author's Warning:
Get your tissues ready, because this chapter might hit you in the feels.
I do hope it doesn't trigger any bad memories, but if you've ever experienced anything like bullying or similar struggles, know that this silly author is sending you a warm hug and hoping you'll find reasons to smile. You're stronger than you know, my brave angel.
While sitting in an ox cart, Xion closed his eyes. He did not bother looking at the decaying village, nor did he want to see the people dressed in rags looking at them with abhorrence.
They were supposed to be the way for these people's own survival. So, now that their group was moving away, they could not hold back their resentment.
Love. It was the most paradoxical word Xion had ever known.
Every sin was born from love.