Chapter 536 - Thoughts. (2/2)

Coach Owen didn't want to see such a thing.

Leonel was better than most. He wasn't lazy, in fact he was one of the hardest workers Coach Owen had ever seen. But, he didn't have a single, one-minded goal to apply himself to. He had no purpose, no drive.

He needed something for himself. Something that could fuel him regardless of outside sources. It couldn't come from his family, it couldn't come from a woman either.

Unfortunately, Coach Owen couldn't find this drive for Leonel. He could only point him in a certain direction.

This… Was the last thing he could do for the boy.

Coach Owen never had his own family. His wife died decades ago and he never had any sons. To him, Leonel was as close to a grandson as he would ever get. He would do whatever he could to help him spread his wings.

Feeling his life waning down to the final embers, Coach Owen swallowed his next mouthful of blood, gathering up the last of his strength.

”… A final thing, kid. About James…” Coach Owen sighed, his voice getting fainter. ”… You two have always been like brothers, I watched you grow up. But brat, you've always been too good at severing your emotions…”

Somewhere deep down, Coach Owen knew that this was likely one of the largest reasons Leonel was designated as a Dark Prisoner. But, he could only push this thought away and pray that Leonel would never fall prey to such things.

”… You always have such room for forgiveness for those who are practically strangers to you, but your rope is short for those who you look to as family. In some ways, this makes sense… But, I still want you to open up your heart a bit.

”I'm not saying to forgive James… Just give him a chance. Take it as a dying old man's final wish.”

Leonel gazed toward Coach Owen, his irises flickering.

”Alright Coach, I'll give him a chance. I promise.” Leonel spoke softly.

Coach Owen's mustache bristled, his lips curling into a bloody smile as he closed his eyes.

Leonel took a deep breath, bringing out a snowglobe as he felt his Coach's consciousness fading. With a thought, his Coach being none the wiser, Leonel took his body in.

Leonel sat in silence, alone. Even though the sounds of battle drifted to his ears from time to time, he practically blocked them out as though he couldn't hear a thing. One would think that he was in his own world rather than sitting in the middle of a battlefield.

But, the truth was that he really didn't have the strength to move a finger even if he wanted to.. All that was left were his thoughts to distract him from his aching muscles.