Ren's world tilted. He felt like he was falling into a dark, bottomless pit. All those years of warmth, all those memories of being a 'loved' brother... were they all just a mask? Had they been secretly hating him, waiting for the day he would be shipped away like cargo?
"No..." Ren breathed, his legs finally giving out. He slumped against the cold stone wall, clutching his bleeding stomach. "It's not true. It can't be."
His heart was thundering heavily and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Did this mean… all his life… all he had believed had actually been fake?
His family… they never loved him?
At this moment, his mind went to Cilian and he lifted his head.
"What about Cilian? How is he involved in this?" He asked, some sort of hope lingering as he remembered Cilian's constant, 'I love yous'. "Surely, he didn't know about this, did he?"
