บท 511: Good people die, and bad people live on

Aether continued watching the vision unfold, he saw his parents treating him like an outcast, their contempt only growing after word spread about his so-called defectiveness.

[See? Even though it's their fault, they're still pinning all the blame on you... What a sad, pitiful child you are…]

The words loomed in front of him, sinister and haunting, trying to provoke a response, but Aether remained composed.

"Yeah, they're total bitches," he said flatly, "I see that now... And I get it. I'm just a pathetic child, clinging to things I could never have." His voice was devoid of emotion, almost robotic.

[...]

The words seemed to pause, as though they were calculating, wondering if their taunts were having any effect.