In the room, Bazby, as usual, drew the girl into his arms and completely enveloped her.
He spoke with her.
He no longer wanted to remember what Meila had said about his identity—what he wanted to remember was that he was Bazby, the child who had emerged from the Lost Rift.
He had been to the Lost Rift, but not, as he had once claimed, to subjugate the descendants of the Ancient Race who had fled and hidden inside the rift. He had gone there because he had originally lived inside the rift.
He was one of those children born with mutations... He remembered that his father's name was Norman, and his mother's name was Beatrice.
The Ancient Race inside the rift had discovered the reason all newborns mutated, so they had slaughtered every child... But he had not died. He had hidden himself.
He hid in a place where no one could find him... Silently, he watched all the individuals, watching the father and mother who had given birth to him.
He had witnessed his parents being driven out of the settlement for violating everyone's rules... He would secretly bring food that made it easier for his parents to find, leaving it not far from them.
Later, his parents gave birth to another child.
He felt overjoyed—he had thought he would never have another of his kind... Now he had one of his own.
A younger sister... He had a younger sister!
But his parents seemed to want to kill this younger sister too... just as they had once killed him and all the children like him.
In his fury, he took his sister away... leaving his parents with absolute terror. He fled the rift with his sister and began hiding near the farm.
He named his younger sister...