"You let your emotions take over you again? You are a joke!" Another Kregron appeared from the darkness of Kregron's conscious, chuckling with a broad smirk. The mercenary jabbed his double, only to counter with a grab and a roundhouse punch to his temple. Resisting the pain, Kregron sent his knee into the diaphragm of his mental double, causing him to kneel on the ground, breathless but still giggling deliriously.
"Silence. I have no time for your chatter." The other Kregron raised his head and stood up as though he was not hurt a minute ago. "You have proven my point already. Now you have taken a step backwards in your plans, you fool!"
"So what do you intend to help me on this endeavour, you irritant?" Kregron created a white seat in the darkness and sat down. The latter did the same only to glare into the swirling darkness. "YOU LET HER IN? DIDN'T WE AGREE TO KEEP AWAY FROM ANYTHING RELATED TO ANGELS?"
Kregron seized the wrists of his mental double and kicked him back to his seat. "She latched onto my soul without my knowledge. I can't remove her because she does not appear on me anywhere. An anomaly in simple words."
"An anomaly? You there! Come and have a seat. I insist." The Kregron double beckoned Aegis to a new chair, a much more comfortable furniture than what both Kregrons were using. Aegis walked forward and sat down with amazing grace and calm that the Kregron double stopped and stared in wonder.
"Brooooo... She is a cutie! You lucky son of a bitch!" Kregron narrowed his eyes at the comment. "Lucky? I didn't ask for aid. She is an involuntary ally to us. I do recall we both agree to avoid angels. Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Come on now. Since she is for keeps, I'm sure we can come up with a better plan to salvage the situation. We know we need to know who sent us on this journey and that little scaredy-cat is our only link. She is one, though. True story." The Kregron double reasoned with a charming smile.
Kregron almost rolled his eyes in frustration. He hated others aiding him. It made him feel weak, useless and incapable of surviving independently in harsh and cruel reality.
Deep down inside, he truly regretted letting his hatred and anger overwhelm him. Lisa's face was filled with fear, that same fear he saw in a mirror when the only person who cared for him died. The fear of not knowing where to go or what to do. Is the answer simply to apologise and to pray for the best?
"Let your feelings communicate your sincerity, Kregron Letarion." Kregron turned his eyes to Aegis, who offered a sad reassuring smile. The man frowned in concentration, trying to decipher the angel who has became his ally unwillingly. Why must people close to me radiate such pain?
"Thank you, both of you. I made my decision. We all have our regrets. I guess I will hear your story sooner or later." Kregron directed that last bit towards Aegis by slightly narrowing his left eye. Then both figures vanished and Kregron was once again back to reality.
"Lisa, I'm glad you are fine but I insist that you should turn away this Letarion figure. He is only causing you and the others pain. Why do you continue to believe in that monster? Are you aware he was responsible for the genocide of the Reptilions?" Takaimura pleaded, kneeling before his mistress and holding his hands together. Lisa buried her lower face into her legs. The butler looked in dismay before nodding in agreement. He stood up and thought silently for a moment.
"I leave you to your peace, milady. Mrs. Vandran will be taking indefinite sick leave according to the doctor." Takaimura bowed and left the room, only for Kregron to peek from the window. Lisa caught sight of his scarred face and almost screamed but a scarred hand clapped over her mouth gently. Kregron tried his best to look scared as he shushed at her direction while watching the doorway.
"I am sorry, for letting my emotions get the better of me. I wish you can overlook this matter in exchange for a good working relationship." Kregron managed to let it out before he could sputter. He felt embarrassed and thoroughly ashamed of his lack of professionalism.
Lisa looked at him and his hand. Kregron looked at his hand with a dumb look before realising it. He pulled away his hand with a forced smile. Lisa's eyes immediately filled with tears and Kregron's smile slid off like cold butter on a hot metal plate.
Both of them looked at each other, taking turns to pull their gazes away before looking. They waited like fools for someone to speak up, only to feel wanting to say a word but could not. Kregron sat down opposite Lisa, his left eye revealing the fatigue building up in his body and mind.
The half-Relican could not understand why she left the relative safety of her bed, leaving her fox plush toy behind and hugging the man, burying her face into his chest. There she cried, for she remembered the day when her parents were killed. The day when she felt so alone in the midst of warmth and care.
Kregron was in shock. He did not know how to react. His body was urging to purge the foreign sensation, a threat bent on crumbling his stressed mentality. His mind rejected the notion, wanting to push the girl away from him for intruding his space. His heart felt calm and warmth and a need to comfort the young lady.
Follow your heart, Kregron. Kregron blinked and blinked again, wondering whether he had heard the voice of a dead woman. He raised his right hand subconsciously and wrapped it around Lisa's waist. The girl gave no concern and continued sobbing.
A wave of drowsiness hit Kregron and the mercenary wavered. Looking down at the smooth, soft brown hair, Kregron was reminded of the empty lands before the first seeds were brought in by the hands of Nature. Closing his eye, Kregron thought of nothing else, his entire being at ease. For once, he allowed the fatigue overcome him and sweep him away into the lands of dreams.
We all have our regrets, my son, but we mustn't let them stop us from moving forward.
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