Chapter song: Always Forever - Cults
And what aim in life is more important or sacred than a parental aim? What can one fasten upon if not the family? - Fyordor Dostoevsky
Lucien's room felt smaller somehow as the two young men sat on the bed, wrapped up in their own little world.
Lucien's parents moving about downstairs and the howling wind beyond the windows faded into the background. Neither of them paid it any mind—especially Lucien, whose thoughts had drifted back to that day.
To when it had all begun.
"I always felt like I could never truly connect with them, no matter how hard I tried." His voice was quiet, reflective. "For a while, I thought it was because I was enhanced and they weren't. There was always going to be that divide between us whether I liked it or not."
He paused, staring at his hands.
