"The army, eh?" Abygail chuckled. "Why do I feel like that's the most obvious thing fate could have come up with?"
Aether groaned. "What does fate have to do with this? It was my decision, no one else's." But the woman didn't reply; she just winked at the boy, pouring another drink for a customer... a drink that was just water, just like before.
"Sure, a decision everyone expected." Aether's eyes widened. "Really?" He asked, curious. Had he been that predictable, he didn't think so, if he was in their place he would have never though that he would come back to help them... ironic, but if he was one of them, and he saw himself come back to help, he would think that he was stupid, and say that if he was in his place he wouldn't have done the same thing, and yet he had done just that.
It was weird, and he didn't understand... he didn't understand himself.
