The boy walked between Sragin and Aaron.

In the past, Sragin would’ve drawn his sword immediately.

But now he knew well enough that doing so was pointless.

“You and Aaron live in different worlds. You get that, right?”

“What are you trying to say?”

Sragin’s sharp words were met with a smile.

“If someone born blind hears someone say ‘red looks like this’ or ‘blue feels like that,’ do you think they could understand it?”