How could it be him?!
Solivair had brought him here?!
Seeing him, Arthur clenched his fists without thinking. His presence ripped open the scab on Arthur's barely healed wounds.
Memories he tried to bury surged like locusts, gnawing at him wildly. Scenes of being bullied since he was just a child flooded Arthur's mind. That fear, that despair, swallowed him whole.
Arthur's face went pale. Even after so long, he couldn't erase those terrifying memories carved into his soul.
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