Atlas paled completely as if all the blood in his body had just evaporated in thin air.
Aether laughed, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
The boy stood frozen for a second before finally opening his mouth to speak. "You mean... that you were the Leader of the Second Rebellion?"
Aether tilted his head; was he really asking that question? He knew from Maeve that not all people knew how he looked, but still, he was the second Withered person he met, and he didn't remember his face.
'I mean, back in the days of the Withered, I had people come to be and even call me by my name. I've really lost all my relevance, huh?'
Aether cleared his throat, smiling at the boy. "That's right, the one and only. So you don't need to act so formal with me; we are both from the Withered, lived through the same hardship."
