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.

a while for me to understand them. Probably several centuries. I'm not really sure anymore.

his finger over a

During those centuries, I only gained. Gained a new understanding of what emotions are. Love, sadness, anger… I've experienced

placed his

how many times I tried to stop the fate that would befall the people that

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.

probably 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

started to resurface

I tried not to think about resurfaced, and something pricked

what drove me to finally understand a

was fully

suffer. I wanted them to feel what I felt. I wanted them to disappear from this world… I wanted

relaxed, slowly opening

just that, I

at me. His smile was bitter. Extremely

can go against what created me.

noticed a line of blood running down the

"Kevin!"

and I

"I'm fine."

stopped by Kevin who

do you mean you're fine?

"T, trust me."

was weak and carried a hint of pleading

at him, I

"Thank you."

returned me a smile before weakly sitting down on a chair next to the

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

blood off his chin

that I need to say. I'm sure you already have an idea of what's going

"…"

held some truth. While I was indeed confused by everything he said, I had a general idea of

"Hah..ha.."

trembled as he leaned back against the chair and admired the house. There was a serene smile on his face

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

years just for this moment… Sacrificed many things to

eyes, he

to distance myself away 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

voice became softer and softer with each passing second. His eyes were becoming increasingly blurry, and his skin

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

state was alarming

"H, hey Kevin…"

He continued.

and at the same time, run away from it.