Reflection

Raith scratched his head, feeling besides himself. Thinking so deeply was not something he was used to or preferred doing, except from a year ago when he had nothing but had to relish in the imaginations made available to him by the novels he read, Hallan Lamar books and much more.

Even though Raith prized himself as very intelligent, he didn't presume to be so from the actions he took. Walking with the abyss had made him so much of a simpleton that he just took everything as it. What else to expect when you can always get a second chance.

There was a memory of himself being like this, taking to note the dotting details of what people say, do, how they act and even trying to decipher the untold, unknown meaning behind those behaviors. It was an unpleasant memory… it earned him his father's hatred.