Feelings came from comparison.
Looking at the young members under his command, Kallen felt a sense of loss and uncertainty.
He felt lost over the gulf that had developed between himself and them, and uncertain whether his was maturity or a jaded rigidity born of worldliness.
Kallen knew very well that he envied them.
But he knew even more clearly that he could not become like them.
Hmm?
Kallen noticed that Mr. Memphis was actually joining in too. He looked very excited, and it was not an act. At this moment, he was Memphis, not Eisen Guman.
The sight suddenly restored Kallen's confidence. There was no reason a mentally ill man could try so determinedly to embrace life's passions while he himself sank into dejection so early.
Kevin lay on the steps, his head resting on his crossed paws, watching the lively crowd of young people before him.
He remembered a conversation he had once had with Ogurev.
In the mythology of the "Light of Order," Ogurev was one of the God of Order's four attendants, representing wisdom and experience. Rumor had it that he had already been a deity before becoming an attendant.
The venue for the Final Selection Kallen had undergone was Ogleve Fortress in Void Space.
Kevin remembered that the bald man had once lost his composure before him and sighed:
He had said that they used to sit together with the God of Order, laughing freely, arguing loudly, and making as much noise as they pleased.
Each time, the God of Order would sit there, watching their antics.
In the god's eyes, he thought he had seen envy.
Kevin turned to look at Kallen sitting there, then immediately looked away. He did not believe Kallen was the Great Being who had once sat before him and