- “Do you want some? Eating them is better than providing an explanation and leaving you hungry.”
[Although Abel just ate. Well, it was better than answering this question in particular, and there wasn’t a problem in treating him to some sweets. Perhaps it would lighten the boy’s mood too, considering how he gave him a test without any warning and without considering that he would feel abandoned.]
- “Pick whatever you like, and how much you like. I will pay for it, so money isn’t a problem.”
[They had more important matters to talk about, but he wouldn’t destroy the other’s curiosity and innocence. It was something that Abel needed, but he needed to quickly read situations too. Hopefully these things they would fix with time, they would achieve their desired goal by the end of it.
If Abel wanted revenge against the people who manipulated him or not, that wasn’t really his problem. It was time for Kaleb to be the teacher his time, although he… was an imperfect king too, wasn’t he? Or so he thought, the harsh stares of his mentor piercing his mind at the moment he thought about him.
… It was better to keep some matters secret from Abel. Some people, too. It was a way to prove to himself that a good king could be made without completely erasing your past self.
He didn’t really want this kid to turn out the way he was right now.]
- “Do you really think I am a person who abandons others? Especially when I told you I would protect and teach you about the world. Go ahead and pick the ones that you are curious about. They are all edible.”
With Kaleb’s approval, Abel glanced over at what the patisserie had to offer.
“…This one. And that one. And…”
Well, he was allowed to take one for himself, right? He stared at the pastries in his hand as Kaleb paid. He was mildly curious why there had to be an exchange at all, as currency had not existed when he was alive, but those details were irrelevant as of now.
He took a bite out of one of them—a circular thing with a pink substance on top.
It was sweet. Really sweet. Almost too sweet. Some sort of red, gooey substance had begun to leak out of the centre of where he had bitten. Were these things alive? Were they bleeding?! He licked it off, noting that it was also sweet. Was it part of the pastry, then?
Abel had never tasted anything like this before. The taste of the crops that Cain had cultivated was still fresh in his mind, but compared to what he ate now, he realized how bland they had been.
How many more things had changed while Abel slept?
Finishing with his first pastry, he started on his second, and then his third, finishing them in no time. They were sweet too. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, his tongue ghosting over it to salvage what was left of the icing.
“…How much more do I not know about?”
He looked up at him.
“How much more do I have to learn?”
He glanced away again.
“…How much has the world changed since I fell into slumber?”