"But that's the thing, Felix…” Maddie placed a finger on his chin and bore her eyes deep into his. His laughter died down upon seeing the serious look on her face. "…they're not dead.”
"W-What do you mean?” he croaked out. It suddenly became difficult to speak, and when he did, his voice came out raspy and low with a slight tremor.
"The news many years ago broadcasted that they died, but that was just to calm the riots down,” she explained further. "Your father became one of the icons of hope to humans, that's why when they died, so did the entire revolution.”
Felix didn't know how long he continued to stare at her with eyes wide in shock while his brain tried to process the information. All this time. All those candles he lit up every year. Looking back, he realized how strange it was
