I gape at him in shock, his words hurting me. Did he actually mean that? »It's a little late for that, don't you think?« I ask him after a moment, trying hard not to sound disappointed. But my heart starts beating fast as he looks up at me immediately.
»Hey, I didn't mean it like that,« he says gently, his expression desperate. »It's just ... I'm not making anything easy for you, because I'm an Undefined one,« he explains. My face softens as I watch his sad eyes. But his words don't make any sense to me.
»That doesn't have anything to do with my problems,« I tell him, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. He sighs.
»That's what you think now. If you grew up here, you wouldn't even want to look at me. You would have different beliefs of what's wrong and what's right. I would be an
