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Believer

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Ken was looking at the sky, his body forming a hole in grass. He was printing his existence on the soil and he knew that it would soon disappear. He would. And for that to not happen now, he made it. He revealed. He talked. He poured out some words which could save them. He thought. It would. But thinking about the mark his action would do, Ken wasn't that sure anymore, grass was not harming for him but the soldiers. He had seen their eyes and their dark thoughts behind it. He was one freak, for sure in their head, he was one of the freaks. And their attitude was so different than the one the boy had towards him. The boy. He had laughed when coming from the town, even if no one was going there, he saw that the little guy they accepted here was in fact a criminal. 

He looked like a criminal on the wanted paper and Ken couldn't understand why the Prince was just following him. How was it possible ? And then, he saw him staying inside, as if he was a prisoner and the boy was free, so much free, too much for a domestic. He should have something, something to control him, maybe they were all hostage without knowing it. Maybe. And he saw him cut himself, he saw him rubbing clothes. Everything was so confusing. Nothing made sense. When Ken had felt the warmth of Porchay's hand, he hesitated. His heart screamed that he might not be what the wanted paper said, he himself wasn't literally a freak. He was just a human with particularities no one wanted to acknowledge in humanity, but he was acknowledging it. He was human. 

Should it be like this? Was the Prince willingly following him? His brain couldn't understand a thing, at all. He couldn't. The simplest words to believe was that denouncing him, he would be able to ask for protection from the soldiers. It might work. He served and helped the country. Why couldn't it work? If Big was idealistic dying for an unknown victory, Ken was even more for thinking that helping the country would lead to the recognition of their life. But he saved the Prince. And it was enough for him to believe it. Because he didn't know that the Prince himself was now an enemy for the King. He didn't know that it was more complicated than the wanted paper. He didn't know, in fact, that life wasn't about making good choices thinking of the reaction of others. It was making good choices for yourself, it was about understanding what you could and couldn't do. It was safer to not base your protection on some wishful words that might never be real. Soldiers might have said that they would not attack them, but they knew by heart that their captain would immediately find a way to make them disappear. Helping was a thing, giving help in return wasn't always happening. Ken had forgotten. He had forgotten or more like he never really lost his believer soul before his tragic despair.

The boy never had been really smiling. He had a stoic natural expression. His sun was inside. Hidden. Not showing didn't mean that he wasn't feeling. He was smiling in the quiet organs of his body. His mind also could feel the intensity of an electric emotion putting his eyes in a soft moment of tenderness. But no one saw. No one saw and no one was really here. Orphan. Alone. Not having anyone and not really knowing someone else. He was weird. He wasn't like other children and it put some of them in a weirdest state of mind when they had the adolescent age for choosing what to do.