"I'm not a teacher," Fade said.
This made Halo wonder what he would have done if he indeed were a teacher.
Halo could barely stand after the waterfall. Mere breathing crashed his lungs. But Fade ordered him to walk. And somehow… he was beginning to like it.
He'd known torture in his past life, but nothing this vicious. Yet the realization was dawning: harsh training from people like Light and Fade produced results.
But that didn't justify the abuse.
Fade gave him barely any rest before locking him in a room at Mill's for days. Something like bone-eating mist filled the space. Starvation nearly killed him, but worse was the constant focus required, and controlling his breath, channeling his regenerative energy, just to survive the mist.
And Fade never explained how. Just cryptic words: this would reforge him, help him shed his past-world identity. That was it.
