'I'm trying to understand what's going on. Why is everyone treating you that way? Assassins? Aren't you like… Wait, what's your age?'
'Fourteen.'
'Right… damn, fourteen. Okay, so why would assassins be going after a fourteen-year-old? Are you not liked or something?'
Malakai paused, debating whether or not to explain.
But after a brief moment, he decided to tell him, at least, enough to give the man context.
Valentine was going to be in his head for what he expected was the rest of his life.
It was better he was filled in.
'Yes,' Malakai finally said. 'I'm well hated by everyone.'
'That's terrible!' Valentine exclaimed. "What could you possibly have done?"
Malakai paused again.
Then, slowly, he began to speak, narrating the events of his life.
But he left out many details, only offering what was necessary.
To Valentine, the way Malakai spoke, with that cold, detached voice, it didn't even sound like he was recounting his own memories.
