บท 185: Chapter 179. Irony

Something to remember his parents...

Zein mulled over those words as he came into the rooftop of the fifth floor. It was a place where the workers usually go for a smoke, even though there was a smoke room available inside. Zein did not smoke a regular cigarette--and the Golden Needle had no odor or harmful residue--but he liked to stare at the blue sky. There was a small tower he could climb where he could lie down hidden from others, just staring at the sky and thinking about...things.

He could borrow one of the private training chambers, but then he couldn't see the sky there.

So there he was, laying down under the fortunately bright autumn sky, inhaling mana to calm his mind. Again, he repeated Radia's words.

--Something to remember your parents

Zein hadn't decided if he would be fine with holding into that. He recalled the heaviness he felt when he saw their wedding picture. Would he be able to face anything else?