The trail he took was a familiar one. But unlike the last time he had walked that path in the daylight, no one called out his name in greeting.
No one asked him for assistance.
No one stopped him simply to ask for the whereabouts of someone else.
Instead, they stayed clear of his path. It was made completely empty.
He had never truly realized how lonesome his path had always been. It had only ever been his brother on that path with him, so he had never bothered him.
Yet only now after living in Wisteria, and blending in with its people, did he realize— he walked a lonesome path.
But that was expected.
And that was how it was supposed to be.
Who would dare walk up to Zuriel Hezron?
An image suddenly flashed before his eyes, of the children running toward him as he stepped out of the carriage earlier.
He could still hear the sound of Peter's voice filled with excitement as it cut through the air to reach him.
