Ren walked between his brothers, their footsteps echoing around the corridors.
He had to admit that he'd missed this. Home. The place where he knew every location like the back of his hand.
He wished he could go up to the roof and watch the village down below, but time was running out. There was only so much he could do in so little time.
He looked at his two brothers, a soft smile appearing on his face.
This right here, felt surreal. Like a dream he never wanted to end.
His smaller body still ached slightly from the sparring match, but it was somehow comforting.
He could use this to delude himself that this was real. That this truly did happen. That this wasn't some fleeting memory. Not entirely.
This illusion might be manufactured, but his emotions were real.
The camaraderie of his brothers' presence, their casual teasing, the sound of their boots clinking against the marble floors, he would savor every second.
