"How come the children didn't turn into Dark Ones?"
Ezra glances at Lior, then takes a deep breath as he gets up from the bed, sitting on the edge, his hands resting on his knees as he tries to steady himself.
Children weren't immune to turning into Dark Ones when they died; if anything, they were highly prone.
Because if a child dies in a way they were scared, or crying, they had a high chance of turning.
Based on the children's deaths, they were torn apart.
Their deaths weren't painless.
It wasn't quick, though.
It should've been enough.
More than enough.
And yet—
They didn't turn.
It was more suspicious now.
Given that the Dark Ones never tried to attack Fizzy, he wasn't even injured at all.
Not one scratch, now that Ezra recalled it clearly, the memory was sharper now that he was actually looking at it instead of brushing past it.
With how easily Helios accepted Fizzy.
Fizzy…who lost Lior, and Helios was the one who found him.
