The man who proclaimed himself as his friend is now clutching tightly on Ibarra’s heart, unimaginable pain runs through all his veins, all his blood within his body resonates in his head as his heart is held hostage.
Doubt came through my mind, why would I believe in everything he says? When he said he was Galiet, would that be enough to let him kill me, Ibarra thought.
Remember Ibarra. There is no white nor black in this world, only gray. That’s what he says, I don’t understand what he is talking about, we are either evil or good, you can’t have both. If a man does evil, he will be forever evil no amount of good would change that he was once.
Ibarra’s sights were gone, he couldn't do it anymore, only the sound or was it a feeling that his heart was turning to paste.
‘I’m so damn cold
