Trek stood with a limping body, breath ragged, blood dripping from wounds that hadn't yet been closed. His legs trembled, yet he still forced himself upright. In front of him, two figures approached—two people he had once insulted, hurt, even cast aside because of his own ego. Now, after all the battles that drained his very life, they stood right before him.
His gaze finally settled on one man: Freddy. His old friend. The one he had disappointed long ago with his stubbornness and uncontrollable pride. Trek gave a bitter grin, as if mocking himself.
"Well… looks like our positions have finally reversed, huh?" his voice was hoarse, tinged with bitterness.
Freddy stared at him for a long moment before finally letting out a heavy sigh. There was so much he wanted to say, so many old wounds he wished to lay bare, but seeing Trek's state now—the man who had once been so hard-headed that he hurt everyone around him—Freddy could only choose not to make things worse.
