The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
Mind going numb from bullshit overdose
"You're too tired to do anything unnecessarily energy-consuming."
That was right. He was too tired, too lazy, and too unmotivated to suddenly desire a revolution and even become one of its leaders. Alaric might not know Ian well enough but this point was clear as a fact in his mind.
"...."
And Ian, surprisingly, didn't say anything else after confessing to that fact. Keeping his mouth shut, he listened to what Alaric wanted to say. He just didn't have any other choice as he was trapped in this moving carriage with this person with nowhere to run.
"So I was saying, ahem, that if it wasn't necessary, you wouldn't take this path, right? The only thing you want is to drag down that emperor, not turning a whole nation upside down or stirring up every country in this continent."