Archades is the same. This surprises Fran, likewise surprised to still find surprise in this world. The sunlight is a little older, the streets dirtier; there are both less and more children, more childlike figures wandering alone and shirtless and laughing, but less of the laughter comes from that font of a child's innocence.
'I have envied you,' Basch laughs at her startlement, but always gently. 'Did you think me above envy? I am as mortal as you are.'
'But — For what I have with him?'
'For what you have,' Basch corrects, and his smile, his smile is the same.
Continue to Chapter 7 →
send a review
You won't be able to submit unless all required fields are completed.