Cursing was inevitable; hatred was necessary too.
He had already prepared himself mentally for everything, even hypnotized himself, and had only been waiting for the end. Who could have known that the patient in the next bed, long covered by a white sheet, would suddenly sit up?
The feeling was truly unbearable, like being at your sleepiest, just about to hug your pillow and close your eyes for a good sleep, only for a piercing alarm to suddenly ring.
All his earlier preparations had to be overturned. Everything had to start again, and his emotional agitation needed an outlet.
But even as he cursed and hated, he also felt grateful.
Although this was only a brief resonance produced under particular circumstances across an entire epoch, there was no denying that this "action" by the previous God of Order had helped him.
If that god could stand against the hunger addiction, why couldn't he?
This was not that damned competitive urge between men;
Often, what people feared most was not enduring and persevering, but being unable to see the dawn of victory.
People also feared loneliness.
When you slowly felt your way forward alone along a solitary road, you would eventually sink into the bewilderment of self-doubt. If, at that moment, you saw someone's back up ahead, the warmth and emotion would be beyond words, yet could give you a powerful spiritual boost.
Byrne had once told Kallen that he never felt alone, because he believed there were many, many people like him in the Order God Church, committed to making the church the best it could be.
Now, Kallen had seen one too. Although he had once despised, mocked, and criticized that figure, at this moment, on this road, that figure truly was the only one who could offer his