Jintao followed along with his hand in his pocket.
Mythics, he kept his thoughts to himself.
This is about Mythics. It would have been nice if this part of the Rebellion was clarified with me first. He looked up a sky. It was slowly getting brighter with a dull morning blue.
Not that I had any choice in the matter.
Jintao understood that his joining wasn't about him finding who he
really was, it was only about him being used for another's gain, not his own. That's probably why the siren asked- or what she really did,
forced him to join. She knew too much not to know his current position in life. He was forced into loyalty to the King, so why not just force him into loyalty to the King's enemy all the while making it sound good? He'd do anything to save his own life anyways, so all she had to do was shake him up every once and awhile, and everything would be fine.
Jintao lagged behind as bitterness welled up inside of him. He'd hide it, as he had always done, until he couldn't contain it anymore or until he felt safe enough to expose it. With everything in his life a constant threat, the latter rarely ever happened, if ever. Soon, his bitterness would be replaced by his depression- the very depression that reminded him of his enslaved life that promised the false sense of what he thought was freedom. The ugly cycle would eventually lead him to his helpless state of
useless, and that's where he'd stay until bitterness returned.
Jintao said not a word while he followed the two women; he only listened. His survival tactics were a constant fail in his life, though thinking past them never occurred. He'd push out any thoughts that would be to his benefit and stay in his state of hopelessness. There was no point in doing so otherwise.
@_-Captain BRM-_
@-Shade-