I let myself down on the rock, stood there for a while, then sighed deeply, lay on my back, and turned my eyes to the gray sky.
The clouds were getting grayer and grayer, clearly indicating that it would rain soon. If I stood here I would get wet, but I didn't care.
I was alone, and that's what I wanted.
"Lithoa."
'What is it, Adrian?'
"Do you... do you think I'm strong?"
'If you compare yourself to your peers, you might be at the top, but you're not where I want you to be.'
I paused.
Until now Lithoa's obsession with power had always frustrated me, I could never quite understand why he wanted me to get stronger when I was so far ahead of my peers, but lately, I had been contradicting myself.
I thought of the boy I saw during the attack.
A hole had been punched in his stomach right in front of my eyes. I could see him crying his eyes out for help, but I had to leave him there.