Something was deeply wrong with Cater. The moment he took that with a smile, with a laugh, that's when it hits Rayne that Cater wasn't really normal. No one would be able to tell in his unchanging expression, not even Cater, but Rayne's perception of him was slowly shifting over the course of this conversation. The only hint of anything would be the slight narrowing of his eyes.
"A life without aspirations is meaningless -- worthless." Another harsh set of words leaves his lips, followed up by something possibly surprising: "Find something small. Build up to bigger aspirations. It can be something as tiny as wanting to taste a certain kind of snack in the coming days or petting a soft animal. You don't have to have a major goal in life. Find something, anything to cling to."
For Rayne, that small thing to cling to was his brother, no matter how hard he pushes him away. More recently, he had his rabbits, too.
"We'll train together. For now, that will be your aspiration. To show me what I know you're capable of. I've seen you with your magic, Cater. You're not as pathetic as you make yourself out to be. You have potential."
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"A life without aspirations is meaningless -- worthless." Another harsh set of words leaves his lips, followed up by something possibly surprising: "Find something small. Build up to bigger aspirations. It can be something as tiny as wanting to taste a certain kind of snack in the coming days or petting a soft animal. You don't have to have a major goal in life. Find something, anything to cling to."
For Rayne, that small thing to cling to was his brother, no matter how hard he pushes him away. More recently, he had his rabbits, too.
"We'll train together. For now, that will be your aspiration. To show me what I know you're capable of. I've seen you with your magic, Cater. You're not as pathetic as you make yourself out to be. You have potential."