On the Edge of the Precipice

Kenny's reaction was immediate and venomous. His fists clenched, his face twisted with anger as he lashed out.

"You think I'm the only one to blame?" he spat. "It's easy for you, sitting up there, acting all high and mighty. Do you know what it's like? To be mocked, humiliated, treated like garbage by everyone around you?"

Rowan remained silent, his expression unreadable, as Kenny's tirade continued.

"Eratz this, Eratz that," Kenny sneered. "Like he's some untouchable god. Everyone loves him, but they forget what he was. I wasn't the only one who made mistakes back then. You want me to bow down and kiss his feet? Admit I'm the monster?"

His voice cracked with a mix of fury and desperation.

"I'm not the only one who's screwed up! Why should I have to grovel while he gets to be the hero?"

Rowan sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly, as if the tension had left him completely.