Roy stared at Abraham, his expression unreadable. Trust. That was a big word.
The young Irregular's mind raced through fragments of a lost memory. Donald mentioned that the gate that appeared in District 12, the one that killed their parents, broke five minutes after manifesting.
'No. There's no way it was because of me. What about the billion other people that have died because of God's Abyss? I'm just lucky to have survived. My case isn't that special.' Roy's voice came out, extremely alert. "You said I am a target, and that was why I was attacked. Is this a speculation or a certainty?"
Abraham's expression didn't change, and he said with calm indifference, "A certainty."
Roy pulled his arm free from Abraham's grip. "Wh… Why are you only telling me all this now? Donald should know too. He will know what to do."
