Chapter 87: He did....

‹Florenza's P.O.V›

"Weak a pon. That Tintin guy. Who is he to you?" Suddenly asks this Freak. For some reason, he sounds like a jealous boyfriend.

I look at Freak wondering why he sounds such.

"I never heard you called him trash, weak a pon. And that is not like you. Another thing. The task you've been giving him is not dangerous enough. It's like you're protecting him." He says as if he is able to read what I am wondering about.

Am I that obvious?

I do want to protect him, in the first place this is not the world he is supposed to go to, and it will be bad if he keeps on mingling with us. Although he has the ability, what is the worth of such if every time he walks and moves he will always say hello to life and death. This world is not a playground. He can die anytime, and the peace he wants will not be easy to achieve.