He felt alone, and a dark thought soon sprung into his mind.
Perhaps it would have been best if Moses remained dead, at least then, the grandfather he knew would be alive.
He wondered how someone would fake his death in front of his young grandson and let his family grieve his death on top of the misfortunes they were facing and have the nerve to act like everything was okay.
Xaloc stared blankly for quite a while, then suddenly scoffed, and as he laughed to himself, a somewhat bitter expression, somewhat hateful, gradually surfaced on his face.
The starry expanse was terrifyingly silent as Xaloc stayed crouched next to a tree, he glanced sideways at the large number of threads that lay all within his grasp.
He thought of his lover and as he wanted to reach for the thread, he hesitated, his heart instantly raced with anxiety, and his dark eyes flickered with an inexplicable light.
