Omar understood how it felt to be besieged from all sides by men who wished to kill him before he could kill them. And that too only at twelve years of age.
Nathaniel's pain was one that he could relate to because, at the end of the day, it was his origin story. He lay in Nathaniel's arms for a moment longer.
Before he met Noam; Omar's life was a testimony of loneliness. No friends, no family, no hand to hold in the dark, or a shoulder to lean on.
Without Noam, his life was wrapped in a perfect chaos on the edge. "I could have chosen revenge and killed them all. But I figured what better way to choke the life out of my enemies than to let them live to see me live my best life," Omar laughed.
Light returned to his eyes.