"I've been reminding a little girl about that pretty much all the time." I said with a smile. "She always wanted to try juggling, but more often than not, she kept her head buried in her books."

"Give up juggling," she replied, gently letting the little boy into the house, then stepped out and closed the door. "But I still like to read, as long as I have time."

"Roy?" The first steps rattled under the weight of one of my feet. "Is that you? I don't even know each other anymore. ”

"It's me."

I walked up another step. "You're certainly not Roy. Roy is a little bit, just up to my waist. Look at your height. ”

"There's not much time left for Little Dot," she said, "and you should know better than anyone else." ”

One step further. "Nice to see you. Long time no see. ”

"Not really." She looked down. "It's not me who has traveled all the places."

I stopped and took a step back. The pain in her voice was palpable. She was a little one when I left, and I looked after her from the first day she came to the House of Hope. I never run with her, I keep her away from scavenging and stealing. I protected her.

Then I left.

"I heard you're in league with the law now." Roy said, leaning her back against the door.

"Where do you see the badge?" I open my arms. "I've been a guard for a few days, yes, but we've parted ways now."

"It seems to be a regular occurrence."

I bowed my head. "Hey, if you want to fight, we can fight. You're old enough. ”

She didn't mean to, but she smiled.

"Perhaps. Can you wait for me to come back and fight? ”。 Roy asked, "I'll go and go back." ”

"Where are you going?"

Roy looked back at the door, then at me. She was silent for a moment, thinking about me. I glanced over to her and saw a pin on the collar, simple, nothing more than an etched pattern on a piece of scrap metal. The pattern of the spider.

"Have you ever heard the 'voice'?"

Roy and I left together, through the crooked neighborhood, to the meeting place. I listened to her talk about her life, and I got to know this new Roy who had grown up again. The shyness is still there, and so many nights of reading still make her smart, but now she is different. She felt more sure in her heart, and her eyes flashed with determination.

I'm just asking questions, and I'm not going to be here for what I'm here for. I talked so much that I coughed and almost fell to the ground.

"How?" Roy laughed, "Spending too much time outside the haze?" ”

"I got a tube in my ribs." I grinned and covered my side with one hand. "A greeting gift from your friends, I came across as soon as I walked out of the scream."

Her smile dimmed. "We all want the same thing. Stop the oppression. Liberated from the hands of the barons and the family. Clean air. But everyone has their own opinions on how to achieve it. Most people grew up in gang life, so they are more impulsive. There are good people here who just want to make our future better. ”

I've lived in Phi City for many years, and the people around me see Zaun as a prison, a wasteland, a dark world. Piltover looked down and saw that Zaan's eyes were looking upward, and people took pity on them, hated them, or wanted to speak for them, like the little piece of waste I arrested.

"They obviously prefer to embrace the one I've just met." I say.

Roy nodded. "I'll take you to see is believing."

The closer we are, the more people we see. All sorts of men, women and children, rival gangs that just a few weeks ago were so eye-catching are now walking side by side. Each of them had spiders on them, on puddings or tattoos or pins like Roy. They poured into an old factory with only three walls left and no canopy, and everyone waited patiently in line to get in.

We came to the door, and two strong men were guarding. They were armed, and one of them had shiny metal claw reinforcements, but they could call everyone by name and cordially welcome everyone who visited.

"Roy, my sister, welcome." One of them said that although he was large, his voice was low-key and soft. Then he looked at me, "This one, no. ”

"Let her in," Roy said to them, "I'll bring her." ”

"She's a sun-dyed one," said another, raising his chin contemptuously, "not to be trusted." ”

The reason they rejected me was actually because of my tanned skin in Piltover, not because I had been in the police force. These people are definitely new here.

"She's here to listen to the 'voice'. I vouch for her, Taug. Roy glared into the janitor's eyes, not giving an inch. Get out of the way. ”

The two of them muttered something in private, then turned to us and said, "The 'voice' is for everyone, so you're welcome too." But we'll watch you. ”

I could feel their gaze as we walked in, and the tension forced me to look around the room for a way out in case the situation got out of hand. The place is simply rotten, full of holes and littered with the remains of stone carvings. If the situation is urgent, I can get out. The question is whether Roy will run away with me or will chase them after them.

There is no opening and no ceremony. There was no music, no candlelight, no fund-raising trays passed through the crowd. There was only a large group of people, gathered around a mound of rubble, on which sat a man, who was calmly waiting.

"Is that him?" I asked Roy quietly. "He's the 'voice'?"

She nodded. I looked at him, the man who had conquered the ditch, and I couldn't figure it out.

He was young, probably only a little older than Roy, so to speak, still a child. Thin and emaciated, he had the eyes of a gang member, the eyes of those who had seen horrors. But there is also a strange warmth in it, like there is a secret to share, specifically to share with you. The last few people came in, and the "voice" began to speak.

"I saw a lot of new faces." His voice was so soft that it was inaudible, but everyone could hear it clearly. "All are welcome. Each of us has followed our own path to this place, where countless paths converge into one. Rest assured, you will not be alone from now on. ”

I scanned the crowd. Everyone was listening intently to every word he said. I'm curious how many people have never heard anything like it. Those who have been rejected, abused, and forgotten are treated as human beings for the first time.

"We all bear the scars," the voice continued, "and we can only accept the traces of life, trials and suffering. The world has tried its best to break us down, so that we are willing to stay here, and we must be grateful for all we have. This reality has been around for too long, and it's time for a change. ”

The murmur of approval echoed through the crowd. Even if you're not a security guard, you can feel the tension building. The voice is peeling off the scar, reminiscent of pain. He wasn't lying - these people took on too much pain, but I could see his tricks, and the truth was just a façade.

"How long will their iron boots be on our throats?" His voice began to rise, and his edge began to appear. "Alchemy Barons. They take our homes for profit, and what do we get? What we get is toxic air, toxic water. Sickness, suffering, death – is this what happens to us? ”

"No!" The crowd was already furious, and he was toying with it. I glanced at Roy beside me, her face as full of anger as everyone else. Maybe I'm just disobedient, but I really think this show should be moved to the theater.

"If you want me to say, that's the end of it." The voice roared, "This is the end of our tears for our fallen brothers and sisters, and we see the lives of our children end here." The barons will pay for what they have done, but not more, we will let those who are truly guilty be judged justly. ”

Here's the point.

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