Old Burned Bridge [3]

Damien hesitated for a moment, but seeing the man's pleading eyes, he stopped holding himself back.

Those words.

"Read my story."

They weren't words that alluded to a story that could be told.

Damien was told to read the story not listen to it. The problem was that his ability to do so wasn't something others were supposed to have.

This man was assuming that Damien could read his story.

Or, at least, that was Damien's assumption. When he put his hand back on the man's head and felt with his mana, though, that assumption became fact.

'There's no barrier.'

The man's mind was now open like it wasn't before.

'Maybe it's because I healed him?'

It may have been an instinctual reaction towards his savior, but it also could've been something deeper.

No person, no matter how mentally crippled they were, would willingly open their mind to others without a basis of trust.