"Is this what we've become?" A soft, sorrowful voice made Jon groan. He tilted his head to the shelves.
There, shuffling through the brightly coloured book was himself, back when he still had hair. There was this soft, bitter smile this him always had. It pissed Jon immensely.
This again? His hallucinations were getting worse. Everything had been growing worse ever since Cain gave him those Obsidians that locked the souls of their kills in their inner worlds of damnation.
"Look at what we've lost. All for a girl who's long dead and never even had affection for us. Isn't that the truth, older me?" The young Jon stared pointedly at him.
'Adonis, Godfrey, Adonis, God…' Jon began to recite names in his mind.
