[ everything he hears is a confirmation of his worst fears. he clenches his jaw with a sharp click, his mind a raging whirlwind as he processes these facts as his older self presents them.

as fearful as he may be, he takes what knives tells them as gifts. a second - first chance to make everything right. his mind narrows in on this, everything else he'd come to learn blurry and unreadable for now. ]

What if he never finds out? Could I... could I succeed without him knowing the truth? [ it feels like wishful thinking, a half-baked hope. his brows pinch together. he looks up to knives again, eyes searching for an answer. ]

What would you do, if you had another chance?