“Boy.” He pats his shoulder. “Listen to me when I say this,” he said in low tone.
Mago focuses on him.
“When we joined this force, we knew our lives are always on the risk, as if every minute of every day we’re playing game of tag with death. Heck, some of us already considered themselves as dead.” He explained, his voice is still has it jolliness yet he can feel the oozing hopelessness behind it.
“And you know that.” His lips are curved in a smile yet his eyes tell that something behind those smiles are breaking, gradually falling apart.
“Zeth was…” Isaac choses the youngest of them all to be an example of some people he knew that are so dead inside, yet he stops himself from doing so, because he knew that minor will most likely to get angry if he told anyone about his life.
Zet
