The Author's POV

"Where are we?"

When I turned my head to look around, I noticed what appeared to be the ruins of a city. The buildings were in shambles, and the pavement was pitted and broken all over town.

It wasn't surprising to find a city in such a state given the recent conflict that had taken place; however, in contrast to the other cities, this city appeared to have been in its current condition for a considerable amount of time.

A good indicator of this was the moss and other plant life that had taken up residence in the cracks of a number of the buildings.

Walking around the street, Kevin didn't say anything. He just looked around the place with a reminiscent look.

I didn't know for how long we continued to walk for, but we soon stopped in front of a house.

Well, what seemed to be the remains of. Half of the house was completely gone.

"This is where I used to live back when I was a child."

Kevin finally spoke, his gaze never leaving the house.

"My mom makes very good soup. I would've loved for you to have tried it at least once. I tried replicating her recipe, but it just doesn't taste the same. I don't know what it is…"

There was a warm smile on his face as he spoke.

I didn't say anything and just quietly listened to what he had to say.

"My dad would always come home late. Probably because we lived far from where he worked… rent problems, you know. We weren't very wealthy. Not that our life wasn't bad…"

He continued to ramble on about his parents. What he remembered about them, how they looked, what they liked, what they disliked…

I just quietly listened on. This was the first time I'd ever heard him talk about his parents.

He usually avoided talking about them. It's not that I never brought them up; rather, whenever they were brought up, his face would take on a different expression. It was one that told me to stop asking.

"You know…"

Kevin turned around and our eyes locked.

"This dawned on me quite some time ago, but... When you have nothing, the only thing you can do is gain, but when you have everything, all you can do is lose... It is funny how things turned out to be exactly like that for the both of us."

His words made me frown. I didn't really understand what he meant.

'Can only lose when you have everything?'

Was he perhaps talking about the other me? …Then, what did he mean by 'when you have nothing, you can only gain.'? Was he perhaps referring to himself?

"Human emotions sure are complex…"

After taking a few steps forward, Kevin eventually entered the house. When he walked on it, the wooden floor made a creaking sound.

I quietly followed behind him. His words were rather surprising, but I didn't say anything and just continued to listen.

…I was finally starting to learn about the real Kevin.

to understand them. Probably several centuries. I'm not really sure anymore.

finger over a

I said, you can only gain when you have nothing. During those centuries, I only

lowered his hand and placed his palm over

times I tried to stop the fate that would befall the people that made me understand what

took a

"…Their death"

His fist slowly curled.

or another, they would die. The more I witnessed it, the more suffocating life became… It

He smiled.

understand best the pain of losing someone you hold dear. It's not easy… Especially if you know it's coming and can't do anything

eyes. Flashbacks started

not to think about

probably what drove me to finally understand a

was

feel what I felt. I wanted them

hand relaxed, slowly

I

he looked at me. His smile was bitter. Extremely

I can go against what

not long after that when I noticed a line of blood running down the side of his mouth. He staggered a couple of steps

"Kevin!"

opened up and I moved toward

"I'm fine."

stopped by Kevin who raised his

do you mean you're fine?

"T, trust me."

carried a

I clenched

"Thank you."

smile before weakly sitting down on a chair next to the

explain everything. I don't h,have to anyway. You'll eventually understand. You're smart anyway.

chin and looked at

not much that I need to say. I'm sure you already have an idea

"…"

confused by everything he said, I had a general

"Hah..ha.."

against the chair and admired the house.

to say anything at the moment. Too afraid of breaking the peace that

countless years just for this moment… Sacrificed many things to have this work…

eyes, he

from them, they keep sticking to me like glue… heh…I'm no good guy… but hey, who is? It's all a matter of perspective… Be it you, me, Hemlock, or

eyes were becoming increasingly blurry, and his

whom I never wanted to kill... I still did it, and

state was

"H, hey Kevin…"

He continued.

away from it.