Tides: Years of Dawn

"Haven't you thought about it?"

"I didn't think about it."

"Then what do you think it is?" Tristan pointed to Gareth's open collar, the imprint of which was faintly visible.

Gareth pulled his clothes away, looked down carefully, and shook his head, "This... a birthmark?"

"You have such a deep fucking birthmark?" Tristan patted Gareth on the head angrily, "You really don't remember?"

Gareth was bewildered.He was really not impressed.It is said that the child within three years after the womb has no memory, and Gareth would not remember it if it was made at that time.

Gareth is innocent - "Do you remember when you got the tattoo?"

Gareth also pointed to Tristan's clothes, but Tristan was more reserved, and he had already buttoned his shirt.He doesn't like to show off his chest muscles, he thinks it's too rascal.

"I... vaguely remember." Tristan replied prevaricately, changed the subject, pointed to the shape of the imprint on the fool's body crookedly copied on the table, and asked again—"Then you don't even know what it is Bar?"

Gareth shook his head again.

Tristan took out the cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and put on a bitter and bitter expression.

Gareth felt that there must be a huge secret hidden behind this, such as revenge, witchcraft, war, power struggle, patricide and marriage—no, a fool should be innocent, he probably still can't understand What does it mean to kill one's father and marry one's mother?

"So... what is it?" Gareth followed Tristan to the pattern on the table, and silently took a cigarette from Tristan's cigarette case.

Then remove the lighter.

Then he sneaked out the whole pack of cigarettes and stuffed them into his pocket.

Tristan took his purse, and it was no big deal if he took a pack of cigarettes.

Tristan didn't feel it, he just stared deeply at the extremely ugly pattern, after a long time, he exhaled another breath of smoke so thick that Gareth choked on it, and shook his head—"I too have no idea."

"Then what the hell are you pretending to be?" Gareth coughed twice and couldn't help cursing.

"But I know who would know," Tristan lowered his voice, and beckoned Gareth to come over, pointing at the blueprint on the desktop, and said—"And...you know why you have a brand on your chest, he The chest is also branded, am I the only one with tattoos?"

Gareth shook his head again, "Can you tell the whole thing at once?"

"Because you are the same kind of person as him." Tristan said hoarsely.

Gareth frowned.He looked at Tristan through the smoke, but found no sign of the other party smiling.Gareth tried hard to understand, then he conceded defeat and laughed on his own—"Damn it, you're saying I'm stupid in every way."

"No, I don't mean IQ, I mean it," Tristan grabbed Gareth's hand and dragged him forward, forcing him to continue listening to himself-"Look, I'm older than you Isn’t it? I was ten years old when you were three, and I was seventeen when you were ten years old. Although you have a bad mind and can’t remember things, I remember, and I know it’s a signal.”

"……Signal?"

"Well," Tristan replied heavily, and then heaved a long sigh—"some bad guy is coming to teach you a lesson."

Gareth frowned again. After all, Tristan looked so serious, it really didn't look like he was making up stories to scare him.But after thinking about it, Gareth found the answer again—"Nonsense, we've done so much shit, isn't it normal for someone to catch us? One day we won't—"

"It's not 'us', it's you." Tristan corrected.After speaking, he let go of Gareth's hand and leaned back in the chair by himself.

"...Are you kidding me?"

"I don't know," Tristan shrugged, dropped the cigarette butt on the ground, moved his shoe and stamped it out, and rubbed his eyes again, "so I have to find someone to make sure."

TBC