Unlike every other face, Bellal's didn't say a single word, merely glaring at him disapprovingly.
" Is that the person you're now?" Jaber could practically hear his voice in his mind, disappointed, furious, and contemptuous.
He frowned.
It wasn't.
This wasn't him.
Not the present him.
He was different from the boy he was years ago.
He didn't know if he was the person Bellal wanted him to be or not.
But the person he was now…
Wouldn't tremble in fear while everyone were in need of him.
His wounded friend.
The poor Zarqa.
The injured Tarek and Ali Baba who had moved ahead without him.
All of them.
Jaber the boy had had nothing.
Jaber the man had a lot to fight for.
He raised his head in defiance, much to Ashar's surprise. No matter the force he applied, he couldn't thwart his steady rise.
" Bellal… thank you… but this time…"
This time, Bellal couldn't save him.
This time…
" It's my turn…"
