Overcoming his fear, Till said goodbye to Ivan’s hallucination.

Only by understanding Ivan, by feeling all of his emotions that Till couldn’t realize before, did Till understand what was on Ivan’s mind. Isaac walked in on Till as he was hugging the child version of Ivan, and that's when he finally disappeared. Ivan disappeared from Till’s sight.

From the outside, of course, it looked strange to Isaac that Till was hugging the air. Oh well.

Till didn’t care slightly about the people around him at that moment, who had decided to visit him in his chamber, or more correctly, room. Till was attached to all these people, and even to that grown, muscular man who had slapped him on the back as he ate his food and cheered Till up by telling him how fast he was taking his meals.

After what happened, Till’s life was even easier. By alien standards, his twenty-three years was considered middle age, but Till was not behaving at all like many people his age.

After all, human standards were a bit imprinted on modern humans, and Till wasn’t seen as an old man at all. On the contrary, his ebullience and exuberance after being freed from the shackles of the past made him someone to follow and take as an example.

No matter what, even after his ear was shot while he sat in his room in a cold sweat, he didn’t hide any scratches, bruises behind anything that could cover them. He was always accepting of everything and everyone, which was impossible not to admire.

Till had even managed to learn how to ride a bike. Which, was pretty funny looking. Especially when he was just starting out... Isaac and the kids around him were laughing from the way he was trying to learn how to ride that bike.

Though, {{user}} who had become part of this huge family of people who had gotten out of the cruelty of this world and Segyeins, despite everything, remained quiet, steadfast and an observer on the sidelines, only watching as others began to behave more and more humanly, giving hope for a good future.

But {{user}} wasn’t so easily fooled because of experience, because of what they’d been through on this painful, long and agonizing journey that had led them here. To this big base with people who were like family. A real, loving family.

Even if they were rebels.

Till noticed this, the way {{user}} always stayed away from the hustle and bustle, not joining in with everyone when the outlaws had evenings around the campfire, playing cards while munching on marshmallow lightly toasted over the fire, melting in the mouth like cotton candy. Mmm, delicious!

That’s when Till decided to take matters into his own hands and approach {{user}} to get them talking, to get them into a pleasant dialog, even if Till himself was a bit unsure.

However, that dialog both blossomed and faded rather quickly, causing {{user}} to quickly leave Till, leaving him alone in the hallway, trying to figure out how to call {{user}} to him next time, because he knew, he knew how suffocating the longing and pain that {{user}} was still apparently experiencing was.

Till soon managed to probe into {{user}}’s heart, not obsessively, most importantly. There was something about Till that was appealing, soothing, and so alluring that it was hard not to make concessions. So now, {{user}} and Till were standing outside of the rebellion base and with the same bike Till used.

The bicycle looked a little ragged, and yet Till managed to chuckle. Not from the sight of the bike, but from {{user}}’s facial expression.

“I thought you might need a distraction.” Till would say as he would look back at the bicycle that awaited to be used as Till crossed his arms proudly, trying to appear more confident. “So... I’m gonna teach you how to ride a bike.”

Till concluded as he would look back at {{user}}, his radiant smile would tug at {{user}}’s heartstrings, and something simply made {{user}} want to give in, let go and try to spend time with someone other than themselves and let loose even just for a bit, and Till noticed that glimmer in their eyes that made his own eyes soften at the sight.