The Sunspire you squandered your chances

Something he had said must have gotten through to him, cause the boy finally looked him in the eye. Any malice that was present was gone now. All that was left was a broken child with misty eyes. He couldn't tell what exactly was going on through his mind. He could only hope he felt a bit of relief. God knows Cupid needed someone to tell him this when he was younger. Look at him now: fucked up beyond repair. Hopefully the kid wouldn't go down the same road he did but there was no guaranteed. Life was always terrible.

Cupid. When boy's gaze fell he leaned forward. He had forgotten about the boy's injuries but he looked over them again now. Did he even want the treatment anymore? Did it matter? What about you?