Luna crumpled the letter in her fist.
Seiya, Jin, and...
Klein.
Of course Klein was involved. They couldn't forget his old mission.
The name sent a spike of something complicated through her chest. Not quite anger. Not quite gratitude. Something tangled and messy that she didn't have words for.
But Klein, at least, had pure motives. Or as pure as they could be in this tangled situation.
He'd explained everything from his side weeks ago, in that uncomfortable conversation in her room that Ren had almost interrupted. The memory was more about Klein's earnest expression, his desperate need to make amends…
Klein wanted to help.
Klein wanted to make up for his old actions.
Klein, in some twisted way, felt he owed Luna and Ren for all those years of being an arrogant asshole…
He wanted to pretend to give her freedom on paper. But it wouldn't work like he thought.
